This thing is inside me,
the core of the soul.
This thing slithers
around my
bones.
This thing dangles me
on strings of
impulse, and
adrenaline.
This thing grips my
heart with
anticipation, and
vengeance, and
passion.
This thing wants me
to indulge in
the perfection, and
the beauty, and
the laughter, and
the slaughter.
I want to grasp this thing.
Conquest.
8 comments:
Nice, way better than mine.
maybe cut out some of the the's
i like your descripition especially when you talk about it slithering around your bones.
ooooo way that is soo cool.... very descriptive... but you do have a lot of repeated lines but it all comes together nicely
so deep and descriptive. =)
oooooo i love it it makes your eyes move dwn the page
u make me smile just so you know(nothing to do with poem) thanks for your comment on my poem keep up the amazing writing
nice love the name hahha check mine out
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