POETRY and PREJUDICE

to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

петък, 24 май 2013 г.

Ash's monologue


Oh, they say "the winner takes it all"
and "it's cold on the top of the world"
and "the journey is hard, but the view is worth it"
and "all is fair in love and war",

but what do they know about it?

I am the only one that proves them right,
I am the only one that shows them wrong,
I am the only one that can tell
the exact amount of cold on the top of the world.

The Citadel is made of  mirrors
that reflect the deepest wrinckles of her soul,
her eyes are only the gates of will heaven -
my drug, my strength, my armour, my storm.
My armies march barefeet and naked,
she's the only one with the fix idea of clothes -
I don't need to hide behind a shield,
my power is raw as I am.
The shadow she gave a name is fiction,
a character with eyes of burning red,
she thinks she creates through my destruction -
let her. I'm only greater in her head.

We're all made up stuff
on the way
to
her own death.


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