Tali
04-14-2005, 08:26 PM
This is a poem pointing out that the quiet, nice peop who take all that's thrown at them without retaliating have to crack sometime and then beware.
The Beast of the Soul
There's a fire beneath the surface.
My calm facade ripples and cracks.
Anger flashes through my skin, like lightening.
I retaliate to your smacks.
Then my hand is on your throat.
There's little pity for your pain.
You'll regret pushing me because you've seen my beast.
Your taunts cut his chain.
You're screaming now.
I can't recapture the beast.
Your evil,in its own turn,unlocked my hate.
The anger is unleashed.
I tried so hard to be nice.
I couldn't last forever.
Why should you be allowed to continue like this?
No one stop you ever?
I seek pure revenge.
I doubt you'll ever last.
You'll release to many beasts with your cruel nature..
And so you're fate is cast.
No-one will ever remember you.
Not in thought. deed or song.
You're too inconsequential to the world as a whole.
And so one final squeeze you're gone.
The Beast of the Soul
There's a fire beneath the surface.
My calm facade ripples and cracks.
Anger flashes through my skin, like lightening.
I retaliate to your smacks.
Then my hand is on your throat.
There's little pity for your pain.
You'll regret pushing me because you've seen my beast.
Your taunts cut his chain.
You're screaming now.
I can't recapture the beast.
Your evil,in its own turn,unlocked my hate.
The anger is unleashed.
I tried so hard to be nice.
I couldn't last forever.
Why should you be allowed to continue like this?
No one stop you ever?
I seek pure revenge.
I doubt you'll ever last.
You'll release to many beasts with your cruel nature..
And so you're fate is cast.
No-one will ever remember you.
Not in thought. deed or song.
You're too inconsequential to the world as a whole.
And so one final squeeze you're gone.