Black Patterns of Life, by lance Subscribe to rss feed for lance

No one but i has walked the path few choose 2 step upon
in this small thing called life we either weak or strong
the demons we battle and steps that we take
are only the keys to much bigger mistakes

no one cares for others we just watch them die
who among you will stop and say goodbye
i have waited for the time to unleash all my fear
when the sun blacks the moon i will shed no tears

for you have lunged forward and awaken a hidden demon
for so many years i thought to be sleeping
no blood will exit your wounds i inflict i just come
to make your  soul feel sick

guns and knives i'll lay at your feet it be by my own
anger you go down in defeat
cry scream do what u will i promise yr end yr life
will be killed

am i a demon? you were raised to fear
let me say yes and to make it more clear
a day will come will you see no more light
a sweep of my fingers as i grasp yr life

lay down and pray to someone for help

you are soon at yr end as my power will out.
Posted: 2012-04-11 02:36:46 UTC

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2012-11-12 01:25:26lance
this poem has recieved an honorable mention from famous poets press and has been invited to be published in a book called"great poems of the western world"