Coup de Grace

by The Pessimistic Peabody   Sep 22, 2007


How merciless you are
Your corrupted mind
Disallows dilapidation
Extirpation is your only aim
For your destruction of a soul
Must be complete and faultless
To soothe the ache
and bring a calm to your conscience

Of your talents you waste naught
All are needed for your endless quest
Anything less would be more
Further pain to paralyze you
Body and soul
So you choose self-servingly
The coup de Grace for your victims
Relief for them?
Nay, simply to escape your own suffering..

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  • 17 years ago

    by xXxemzxXx

    This peice i found to be quite unique just like your style i hav really enjoyed reading all your pieces and really enjoyed this one to 5/5 great work keep it up!

    --emz--

  • 17 years ago

    by Blissful

    Another wonderful write you have here. Your lanuage is unqiue and each poem you pen holds a special meaning. Flawless and wonderful. *5/5*

  • 17 years ago

    by ghosts in bloom

    I think this is a very nicely penned poem. It was unique and intriguing from the beginning, and kept me engaged with the words. Wonderfully done.

    Write On!
    Take Care,
    Smiles,
    *N

  • 17 years ago

    by Independence Forever

    I have to tell you that the title was the main catcher of me for this poem, and i'm glad i obeyed the call and checked it out.

    your servant:
    atticus

  • 17 years ago

    by Andrew Morton

    ....at the risk of sounding ignorant..i actually had to look up what Extirpation meant...haha, made sense after i found out, and made it a masterpiece, great word choice..keep up the good work

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