Another Day, Another Poem, Another Wilful Death

So hey, once again, I write a blog. And once again I shall attach another poem. I really love putting these up. And when you comment, and sayu how you relate to them, it gives me such pride. For that's what MCR does for me, thats what Gerard's lyrics do for me. I take great inspiration from his words and the bands music. If you who read my poems honestly feel so deeply in touch with them, then i am greatly honoured. I write these with all my heart, my soul and my mind. If you can read them the same way then they are more than just words, they become life, thoughts, amazing communications between people who have never met. And i think that's spectaculour. Thankyou for being there to read my thoughts. It matters not to me how you interpret them. Thats the point of them, they can mean what you want, they tell a story, but you can manipulate it and twist it. You are the one's who make them matter. I merely put the words in place. You take them off the page and into your hearts. Thank you for allowing me, in a way, into your hearts too. And now without further ado, my third posted poem.

Killer, freak, beast.

Alone and disposed of.
Rotten and unliked.
I prowl among the sheep I loathe.
A silent wolf, I’m studied in repose.
They look and stare.
At me like I’m different.
Well I am.
I’m not the same.
It’s my curse, my legend, my fame.
I’m many things.
Killer, freak, beast.
But I ain’t them.
They’re my beloved.
On whom my hate feasts.
They made me who I am.
They make me wear these boots.
And march alone.
The price I pay to be individual.
The cost of our difference.
Enjoy your slumber, enjoy your rest.
But it’s me you can’t best.
I may be silent.
But I’m more so violent.
How far can you push it.
I dare you to find out.
How far you can go before my growl becomes a roar.
I’ll tear you apart.
No stopping once I start.
My taste for blood.
Corrupts my mind.
I’ll devour you all.
In my rage I’m blind.
I can’t stop.
I won’t stop.
So choose carefully before you feed it.
I won’t just want, I’ll need it.