Author's (more rambly) note: About half way through this piece, I realized what I was doing. When I finished, I went scrolling through old writes, having noted that this was somehow similar to a piece I wrote a couple years ago. Some of you may remember "Idiocy" of Apparent Disregard (born 1/18/05). This, it would seem, is his brother... who, sadly or fortunately (I'm not sure which), fared no better. To be honest, I'd much preferred to have presented myself as more loving, but... well... these wicked little beings (Idiocy and Insanity) had to die. I don't know why, but yeh... I'm pretty sure I was supposed to kill them. *smiles sweetly, while smirking [quite a feat, no?]*





Hot and cold, an evil grin
Bites itself to bleed again
A raging fire trapped within
Until the bloody words begin…

Wickedness will have its day
Every sin will have its say
Madness dared to stir the fray
Taunting then the come what may

An offering, depraved relief
Set on the page, a poet’s grief
Torn to shreds as it breached
A red stain on a clean white sheet

The bloody pulp of proclivity
Rivaling truth for its insanity
A nasty child that none would see
Is birthed amid profanity

Bastard son of Yesterday’s womb
Carried too long, but born too soon
As cries sliced through the sterile room
To herald its own mother’s doom

Drawing sour milk from cold breast
It lied there on her lifeless chest
As both she and it were laid to rest -
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Birthing Insanity Contributed by Silent-No-More on Tuesday, 6th March 2007 @ 12:30:35 AM in AEST Topic: sarcasticpoetry Author's (more rambly) note: About half way through this piece, I realized what I was doing. When I finished, I went scrolling through old writes, having noted that this was somehow similar to a piece I wrote a couple years ago. Some of you may remember "Idiocy" of Apparent Disregard (born 1/18/05). This, it would seem, is his brother... who, sadly or fortunately (I'm not sure which), fared no better. To be honest, I'd much preferred to have presented myself as more loving, but... well... these wicked little beings (Idiocy and Insanity) had to die. I don't know why, but yeh... I'm pretty sure I was supposed to kill them. *smiles sweetly, while smirking [quite a feat, no?]* Hot and cold, an evil grin Bites itself to bleed again A raging fire trapped within Until the bloody words begin… Wickedness will have its day Every sin will have its say Madness dared to stir the fray Taunting then the come what may An offering, depraved relief Set on the page, a poet’s grief Torn to shreds as it breached A red stain on a clean white sheet The bloody pulp of proclivity Rivaling truth for its insanity A nasty child that none would see Is birthed amid profanity Bastard son of Yesterday’s womb Carried too long, but born too soon As cries sliced through the sterile room To herald its own mother’s doom Drawing sour milk from cold breast It lied there on her lifeless chest As both she and it were laid to rest - Abandoned, hopeless, dispossessed Copyright © Silent-No-More ... [ 2007-03-06 00:30:35] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem