If my own feelings were a disillusion,
an Achilles heel in my armor,
who would betray my own self,
I would have chosen my hate over my love.
The blood from this betrayal would seep and soak the ground,
it will enamor its flavor onto the earth,
and this ground will reek of malice.
Love will bring life to this clay doll I have now become?
I am certain anger would suffice.
~O~
Typically your piece of writing, very complicated. But unlike most of the previous ones,I really enjoyed reading this one.
ReplyDeleteYou mean you didnt enjoy previous ones? I see =))
ReplyDeleteNo, I enjoyed the literature but still something didn't click, maybe the message of your piece but I was still in a happy mood after reading this one.
ReplyDeleteyeah i remember someone tellin me that my pieces evoke a feeling of despair :D
ReplyDeletethis one is supposed to be a depressing one.. u know, hate n anger... n arif u were in a happy mood afta readin it?? =.=
ReplyDeletebtw.. this is one also a good one.. i like ~*~ more though! :)
thanks :D :P
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