Michael Robertson

Land Of A Usurper Fallen To The Ashes Of Failure And Desolation - Poem by Michael Robertson

Howling at the moon in pure anger while standing
In this concrete museum of caskets surrounded by burning trees,
I have only to guide me the fury and depression
That is rotting me from the inside out

Painting a picture on my wall out of my blood,
I am forever happily doomed to eternal isolation, and the
Hands of misery guide my knife, manifest my
Self-abusive thoughts, awakening the demons I knew

I can no longer sleep, but yet I dream of a world
Where all humans are dead, there is no salvation for
Anyone and yet more worthless humans continue to
Breathe, continue to be born

Upon the mass extinction of the human race, I will
Spit on the charred remains of your cursed world
Before ending my own breath, I support the
Complete destruction of every pathetic human

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 24, 2011

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