Havoc Wrought Cannibal

by Sarah Ann   Apr 14, 2007


You tear at my soul
And pick the flimsy piece
Doing anything to hurt me
Because it's evident I'm weak

You gnaw at my heart
Stopping, to hear my breathing slow
Yet, not letting go.
Life is priceless. Reason you see
To hurt me inexorably
And continue in obscurity
The foolish tears then tinkle down
Falling to saturated ground

You rape me of identity
Caught between what you've done
And what has become
Of your broken promises, and tainted love
Once whispered, but now smeared in blood.
Destined to roam forever in shame,
This heartbeat excites you. It gives you the name:
The taste of death, emptiness brought,
Murderer. Psychopath. Havoc wrought.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Darien

    I really liked this poem, there was a lot of really good imagery. There was only one line that I had to keep reading over and over beause it really didn't help the poem flow.

    "Stopping, to hear my breath slow"
    I don't like word 'breath', I think you should change it to 'breathing' or 'me breathe slower' or something else.

    Other than that, I really enjoyed the rest of the poem. The rhymes were great and the flow was good (except that one line). I like the last verse too, it concluded really well. Good job on this one Sarah!..

  • 17 years ago

    by Corinne

    Very powerful writing.

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