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Scorpionic
Corrosive thoughts
they pull me down
to where the angels fear to tread
My mental state
A darkened sky
encroached by clouds of searing red
I cannot see
the light in here
I’m seized by my own silent demons
I hate it here
yet cannot leave
A rush of spite casts out all reason
Scorpionic! (My mind)
Scorpionic! (My thoughts)
Scorpionic! (I feel so…)
Scorpionic! (This pain)
Scorpionic! (These tears)
Scorpionic!
A caustic gaze
across this plane
Why won’t these parasites stop feeding?
I clutch my head
To quell this pain
I can’t control this salt-tinged bleeding
They pirouette
upon my brow
These fucking whores of disenchantment
I hear them laugh
at all I love
All reason choked by this entrapment
Scorpionic! (My mind)
Scorpionic! (My thoughts)
Scorpionic! (This is so…)
Scorpionic! (My hate)
Scorpionic! (My rage)
Scorpionic!
Through eyes intense
I see the world
All vestiges of hope just die
They stab at me
Cerebral pangs
Yet I can’t bring myself to cry
I stare at them
Their eyes are blank
Dead walking husks enthused by malice
I lay submerged
in my own rage
Drunk on the spite from this grey chalice
Scorpionic! (My mind)
Scorpionic! (My thoughts)
Scorpionic! (This is so...)
Scorpionic! (My views)
Scorpionic! (My state)
Scorpionic!
My thoughts ascend
to touch the sky
to find myself, to say I love you
My thoughts descend
into the dregs
I feel less than me, feel less than true
Will I control
this fount of flames
manipulate it for my use?
Will I see through
This moat of shit
This cavalcade of self-abuse?
Scorpionic! (My mind)
Scorpionic! (My thoughts)
Scorpionic! (This is so…)
Scorpionic! (I suffer)
Scorpionic! (I wonder)
Scorpionic! (I am so…)
Scorpionic! (My mind)
Scorpionic! (My thoughts)
Scorpionic! (This is so…)
Scorpionic! (I see)
Scorpionic! (That’s me)
Scorpionic!
MRDA
(2003)
They say that the best poems are a result of personal influence and experiences. This poem really does reveal an extremely apparent pain. I'm generally not big on using profanity in poems (yeah, I know, I'm a goody-two-shoes...but there's worse crimes lol,) but I think in this poem, it really works and fits with the overtone. It's dark and ominous...And it's obvious it is very personal (even without the "author's comment."
There's a few gramatical errors, but other than that, the work kicks @$$!