The teeth in the dark
The streets are filled
They are here on command
They have all bled
They don’t know that they are the damned
They don’t know that I watch
They have no clue that I fight
That I fight for them
That I bleed for them
That I am defending the last hope
That I am the one that walks through the demons
That I am the teeth in the dark that bite, tear, rip.
That I am condemned to hell for them.
This is my personal brand of hell
This is the world we made
This is the pain that we inflicted
This is the cut that we made
We are dying and it is inevitable
The pain subsides as the last screams die out
The world ends…
3 Comments to “The teeth in the dark”
eddie (March 19, 2010 at 10:53 AM)
really good job, this poem is really thoughtfull
Maryssa (March 26, 2010 at 8:15 AM)
Wade, This world is what we made it. I do honestly believe that we need to suffer and live in what we made in our society. I know it's sad, but what else can we do?
billy (April 17, 2010 at 5:41 PM)
that is a good poem man you should keep writing bro
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