Poems on Anger - Blackout Poetry Notes

Depraved Wretch

I remained
enveloped in darkness,
a depraved wretch of despair.
My creation of delirium,
such ravings of insanity.

The sad thing is
you seem determined to
produce such humiliation
in me.

The demon who whispers
love and hate,
originates
in our own mind.

You threw me away,
I loved you to the point
of distraction.
More than anything,
imagine that.
We were so intimate
I could puke.

I will
preserve this revenge
for you,
to aid the monster that
possessed me.

My veins of ice
and such chilliness
does not alarm me.
I require to be alone.

Vengeance burned
within me, and pursued the
desire of my soul.

My split morality.
I guess I feel love
and violence
in me.

Passionate jealousy
points us to brood in
heartbreak.

Love and hate
are honest feelings
that life
demands in her own voice
and power.