Dark Child (The Vengeful, Wronged Heart)

Posted: April 23, 2016 in Dark Poetry, Poetry


My cavernous heart, dark and musty

Breeds vile thoughts, putrid and rusty

I’m a dark cauldron of blasphemous thoughts

A worn out chalice where all scum floats



Dark I descended, and in darkness I rose

An effigy of loss, I’m poor lost cause

Hope, joy and bliss I’ve finally forfeited

I’m now a spiteful man, yet deeply conceited



I still dream and yearn by the fading light

Holding on to a lost hope, an angel in flight

Bloodied and wingless, I grope in darkness

I am a fallen Icarus, hellbound for madness


Who an empty soul can thus fill

Of gay merriment, love and thrill?

All is vain, happiness eludes us

The moral of the rhyme; this world breaks us



Betrayed and scarred, we live for a spark

Our lives entwined, we squirm in the dark

But now I’ll give in to this pent-up rage

Let it lead me down the path of revenge

Until all compassion is seared away

And i’m left hollow in a world so gray



I’ll give in then to this darkness inside of me

Walk the desolate path ’til my soul is free.

I’ll give in to hate until I lose myself deep in it,

Sacrifice on dark alters, even sell my soul and spirit

Woe to those who wronged me! can you even feel it?

You don’t have much time; prepare for Nemesis’ incarnate!





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