Veracity.

I hope you all enjoy this.. took me long enough.. though it's not exceptional.

Veracity.

I am the one that weaves the clothe of pandemonium,
sewing with terror and abhorrence, an agonizing thread.
With needles of rotten flesh and dismal teething wombs,
I’ve dire need to protrude filth amongst undying dead.

With a breath of fuming essence my heart grows splendidly black.
Darkened with tar from beneath the soil of corpse floated lands.
These teeth rip into succulent virgin torrent blood and meat.
As I caress thoughts of torturous bone molds with vacant hands.

Power and desire sup at the dine of misfortunate daughters,
Usurped from ‘neath the noses of bewildered monarchs.
Their epitome of life subtly trickle between these festered fangs.
I revel the agony caused by inflicted pleasures of this heart.

Music and rhythm played from the aching strands of plucked vision,
The harmonies of new-found pierced scars that burn with grief.
I smirk and leer and stare and falter when mortality comes about.
For I loathe unintentionally permitting a deliverance of relief.

I am the darkness in the crack of your most horrid thoughts,
the being you claim to be of great offense and suppress.
I am the malice that beats at your heart and deadens your soul,
the shadow of ill meant deeds and banters that digress.

I am the beast within.

i like this poem it speaks of every carnaldesire and
everthing verocity is ,the poem is pretty much self explanatory
and i like this alot, verry awesome.cant wait to read the next poem
like this

Thanks mate.. can't wait to write another... and I think this is the only decent thing I've written all month >.<

decent or not i like this style i try to go for it
alot but i always end up making it to long or addding something
to ruin it lol. but you really did good on this

again thanks... though you've given the only comment on this one so far... hate it when that happens >.<