These are a couple poems/lyrics I wrote recently, very heartfelt ones, one is very angry and destructive, another is very introspective. I'll let them explain themselves. twisted
"Catastrophe Complex"
"I now have the power to feast on the cowards
I watch the petals rotting of the virgins I deflower
Doomsday is nigh as my steel strikes the hour
Bodies pile high and form mortuary towers
Charged with chaos and fire of uncreation
Death wields the blades of your hallowed fate
Unholy revelry in this shrine of mutilation
The splendor of the mortal slime when beauty desiccates
Dwelling in the shadows of iron-cast effigies of ancient warlords desecrated
From whom the arcane spells of darkest hell have been created.
Burst through corroded metal cores they crumble one by one like roaring thunder,
The Dragon erupts from the mountain of fears cast down by spirits of yonder.
Your blind god carved out your eyes,
To shape you in his image divine,
The devil unsealed the lion’s mouth,
The demon’s roar, your lullaby.
My wrath in a bottle crashes on the lifeless shore,
An epistle like a missile to the world that lies before.
Brutish beast of the abyssal floor,
Upsurges from the ruins, runs the waters red with gore.
No longer barren hearts with fecund womb,
Shall soil the mortal cesspool of this cosmic soil tomb.
God has abandoned this dominion to its doom.
Fatal is the foretelling that the fates have crooned
The festering boil where boils Hell’s darkest molten bile. ruptures. Planet’s. covered.
An infant punished for sins it naively commits, smothered by that which it covets.
I shed no tears for Mother Gaia, dry eyes of a psychopath desensitized.
My tongue that once spoke love, burns like the devil’s sceptre between her thighs.
Your blind god carved out your eyes,
To shape you in his image divine,
The devil unsealed the lion’s mouth,
The demon’s roar, your lullaby. "

Now something a little more introspective.
"Tinsel"
"Searching for where or if I belong in this world, but I can’t even conjure the words
To sacrifice my blood onto this page, I drive my soul into a rage,
Dark apprehensions, in the shadow of a lighted stage.
Can’t repel the bleakest fears, ghosts from the ruins left to rot draw near.
Infecting my sight, forebodings take flight.
Forgetting it all, force it aside
On the wings of fantasy once more, this night.

I could dive headfirst within the hour, but that would just make me a coward
Hearts implode slowly when one forces their way into another’s soul.
Like a bat spiraling the clouds, blindly taking wing before the sun gives way to evening
The lucid swarm of visions caw like crows, as the drifter seeks the midnight songbird’s keening
Not in any fairy-tale, has it been so unclear
To know a villain who’s born to lose, from a hero who’s just confused.
Am I delusional prince who thinks himself a peasant?
Or a peasant who believes he’s a king?
Which is more unpleasant?
I am just a lonesome minstrel, with armor made of tinsel?"