Anathema

[Alex'z Death Chic]

Wilted roses descend on the ground
falling on the people walking by
whispering abysmal words at my face
throwing stones at my skin

I am what THEY fear to comprehend
an enigma THEY dare not adhere to
THEY hide behind THEIR hatred
masking the ignorance inside

The world has died.
the universe is aflame.
I remain alive, unscathed
but so do THEY

THEY continue to mock me to no end
wounds that THEY inflict are increasing
leaving behind scars that do not wish to fade
bruises that simply cannot heal

I fear the worst
not when THEIR hatred subsides
but when THEY begin to accede
I fear that THEY will see ME


I dunno what possessed me to write this...

[Hunter]

Well done.

[Mikepoet]

Kind of wicked and dark. That seems right up your alley.

[John Barnett]

Yeah, great work