Usurper.

Buttons on sticks with syringe filled hate.
Gurgled blood in the tips of cylinder fate.
Pushing entities of forgotten waste,
Blood filled opium kisses and taste.
The awe of numbing absences implored,
Fresh maimed skin innocently gored.

Crowns of pressured angst brought wit.
Circles with deity's blessed hated spit.
Masses of vengeance on minds of weak.
In love with bloodlust for what they seek.
The idiocy of the type is but mere arrogance.
and now look what has become of pure decadence

I cast the first stone and spit upon the sand.
for your chivalry comes only on demand.
Your deceit has no means of suffocation,
For this idled sin, you’ll see damnation.
My fists of blood beat strong again.
With iron shod cuffs of trudging sin.

These eyes have grown frail,
and this soul has conveniently laid still,
as all emotion floods through open doors.
And break beneath open cracked floors.
Distilling breaths of hurt ‘neath veils,
cracking walls of pain that always prevails.

Whips and chains leave scars untamed,
with lashed out aggression through ones shame.
Tongues are silenced with heated glances,
and flesh is punished for sinful dances.
All the celebrity persecutions lay at rest,
as unknown trials destroy, reprehend and detest.

Usuper? I can't seem to understand the main theme of this poem...Is this some kind of torture or something? Sorry for not liking this poem but I don't just get its point. Just PM me for your violent reactions okay...

This was rather violent. But I can't seem to find out the reason why its so violent. It mentions so much pain and suffering but reason for it to be there. If I'm missing something please let me know so I can understand better.

Meh.. it's the fighting of injustice.

And it probably is a bit violent.. probably because I'm a very very disgruntled and ticked off person, at the world that is. Hate is the only thing that drives me anymore...

And what about "love" you ask,
What is love?
Is it some kind of non-tangable essense lodged deep into ones psych?
An agreement between people for survival instincts that revolve around sex?
A bleeding of the heart that aches with every look?
What is love?
How can you write about something that you don't know what it is?
Why is it so easy to feel hate over love? Friction over Calm?

I'll tell you what love means to me, NOTHING.
When I here the word "Love" all it means anymore is a financial agreement between two people so they don't have to die alone and poor. That's all I hear any more. Love doesn't exist anymore ladies and gentlemen, Greed, power, disgust, control. These things run this world, nothing less, nothing more.

(Ok.. sorry.. *Wipes forehead* I needed that. don't pay attention if you don't want)

I read that but to anyone it can be easily misunderstood. I'm sorry I don't get it.
Must be the Dyslexia...

lol nice title for this poem! lol i was really surprised with the gore and violence that this poem contains as i was reading it. But, still it was a kool poem.

honestly I don't see the violence in this poem.. perhaps I'm just that off in the head or what not, either way.. thanks for the comment and all.