M Y - P O E T R Y
My Black Invention.
Bring me Mr
Charcoal. Let him blacken the white i see.
Bring me Mr Charcoal. Let him stain the white infront of me.
I like all my depression.
But white doth happy feed.
I love my black intentions.
And i want all bliss to bleed!
Blood red and black.
Two colours for death.
My stained and well used carving knife,
Will bring you all to rest.
I'll cut you and slice you,
Until you scream for your mercy.
But mercy will i give no more,
I shall not stop nor will i pause.
Come on Mr Charcoal. Make black what i see white.
Come on Mr Charcoal. Go on, remove these lights.
I wish for utter darkness,
A prodigious morbid look.
Bring me black and fallen leaves,
For my sad enveloped rook.
The master of my sadness,
The lord of all thats foul.
Give you blood, it may entice him,
Cut your wrist and do it now!
My Lord, my Master, my fetid rook,
My beautiful bird with feathers of soot.
Depression will bring your own conception,
But mine is this...
My Black Invention.
©1997 Insanity Inc. ©1997, black heart. H.Luck.
A
short disclaimer :
It has been known for people to take offense to my
poetry...
And think i'm a twisted black individual... who is arrogant and
distasteful...
This is not true (well, for the most part!) and if you do find
anything i write offensive,
please, please don't write to me and tell me, or complain.
As a poet, i have poetic licence! :) ... i'll write what i want,
and if you don't like it... Don't read it!!! :)
Send me mail if you feel the need.
MysterG
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