I do believe it is coming to my attention that I just need to compile all my poetry into a book, considering how many poems I've written as of late. This one hit me last night in a sudden surge of inspiration, and honestly could probably be put to music. Sometimes (okay, usually...) my poetry is pure attitude, and this is definitely one of them. Enjoy!
Don't you realize that this means war?
Can't you see my hands are already
Stained crimson to my very core?
I'm the loose cannon, the echoing drum,
The rogue gun you cannot live without,
The oxygen that makes your mind numb.
Without me you're empty, thoughtless,
And yet with me, you're intimidated,
My God, I truly know I'm dauntless.
I've not nothing to prove,
That hasn't already been said.
But I swear that I'll remove
Your voice from my head.
No matter how long it takes,
I will turn this world red.
For what is life without understanding,
Of the things that we cannot live without?
Compulsive truths, ever so commanding.
Deceptive lies, how they convince us,
That we are weaker then our captors.
When there's really nothing to discuss.
There's only war.
I've not nothing to prove,
That hasn't already been said.
But I swear that I'll remove
Your voice from my head.
No matter how long it takes,
I will turn this world red.
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