The Demiurge Poem by Lucifer Rose
The Demiurge
I felt your hands they yank me down
I was alone and dead
You raised me up to kill me again
But now you're forever gone
Whips won't make you strong
They pull you faster into the depths
Where I could stand up
I threw you down to free myself
All tears I cried are yours to bare
The blood dripped from my wrists
The blood that covers your hands
Fills up my bowl to drown you
Now that I'm pulling you down
Wishing there was a God
To judge your sins
Make you burn in flames
Revenge ain't this so sweet
You did this to yourself
As I write these lines
Have fun burning in hell
Dear Rose, The deep hatred in this poem is expressed in vivid images and touches the highest levels of poetic expression. I am quite sure that the process of writing was alleviating some of the hatred. Passion is a good thing but if our hatred is destroying our own peace of mind we need to seek help. I invite you to read my poem titled, when your heart seems hopelessly broken. In these situations we need to think of our own well being. Allowing prolonged deep hatred to roam in our soul is often destroying a very valuable part of our own self, while the criminal person we hate tends to be not affected by our feelings. Makes me think of another good PH friend of mine, also called Rose.
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Dear Rose, The deep hatred in this poem is expressed in vivid images and touches the highest levels of poetic expression. I am quite sure that the process of writing was alleviating some of the hatred. Passion is a good thing but if our hatred is destroying our own peace of mind we need to seek help. I invite you to read my poem titled, when your heart seems hopelessly broken. In these situations we need to think of our own well being. Allowing prolonged deep hatred to roam in our soul is often destroying a very valuable part of our own self, while the criminal person we hate tends to be not affected by our feelings. Makes me think of another good PH friend of mine, also called Rose.