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THE BEAST IN ME

Its not the first time i have tried something negative...but This poem of mine is different coz its sick n negative..portraying the mind of a loner...a psycho loner...hope u people find it worth reading!


THE BEAST IN ME

The beast in me was starved.
For it was nicety that had prevailed-
Over my appearance,over my soul!
The good in me,however insignificant
Gestured towards only the superiority of life.
Cocooned me into a shell of generosity
Where everyone was given utmost care,
The respect they deserved.
But the world,treachorous it was,
Nailed my sentiments to suffocating death breath.
The word 'love' betrayed.
'Friend' proved to be a facrcical statement.
And as i stumbled along,still optimistic...
The hypocrites turned their heads.
So the beast in me awoke.
My mind,replenished with hatred
Stood still,..waiting for revenge.
As it has just started
The beast,the ominous face of mine
Will get each betrayer assasinated,
Each head turner into a rotted corpse
And love,-into an undiluted venom.
FOr its just started...dear readers
we will have to part our ways.
As the beast in me works in silence.

Comments

Torsa said…
Good piece of poetry.. and universla too...
There's the same beast in all of us for sure...
June 05, 2007 9:17 AM
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