As in, this is awfully done.


Awful.

The soul has been destroyed
by an evil man
who craves gasping sobs
from the innocents to fuel his
esteem.

He multiplies every insult and
discriminating word thrown at him
by twelve and shoots them
at the ones who never say a word.

He is satisfied only when the
others break down and shatter.

He inhales their ashes
like a smoker sucks tobacco.

The quiet victims have no fire to
throw back.

They never stay whole.




Poetry by kaytee
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Written on 2008-10-31 at 01:48

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
no soul can be destroyed by another imho.
but i understand the sentiment here.
it is easy to be fed.
i recognise the personality you describe so well.
from long ago happily.
i enjoyed this.
2008-10-31