"Malice"

“malice”
Copyright © 2004 Kyle Givler
9/29/04 (2:00)

“The words cut my tounge like glass as they flow from my mouth
like blood from a wound.

I know you’re in the room.
I can taste your malice.
I feel my hate growing.

Take your knife out of my back.
The wound bleeds my hate.

I taste your malice.
Rage floods my mind.

My skull shatters, reality splintering away.
I taste your malice

I feel glass shattering around me.
I feel the shards hitting my face.
I feel the last breath of reality exhaled from the lungs of reason.

Logic never knew this place.
You may have killed me, but I’ll never die.

I taste you malice, like glass on my tounge.
I smell the stench of the dead bleeding from your heart.

I feel the shadows clouding my thoughts.
I see thousands of shades of gray bursting in to darkness.

Nothing is left.
You’ve killed reality.

Truth lies murdered in the fragments of glass raning from the sky.
Hope wanders aimlessly in the dark, never to be found again.

There is no tomarrow, today never came.
Yesterday fades into the furture.

Will the end ever arrive?”

brinny said:

You've got some twists and turns and deep recesses there, yet unnecessary words rob the impact of what's trying to surface. You've got even deeper recesses. Give them a voice.

Riveting work!!!

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hmmm... thanks for the comments

brinny said:

haha yer welcome.

You have such a gift...I just want ya to dig into it even more. Why'd ya' stop writing?

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I didn't really "stop writting" It's more that I can't just sit down and write something. So I might write a poem a month at the most. I dunno, I like writing them, but sometmes it's hard.