Marigolds

Marigolds

Tumble inwards, 

Collapse with grace and poise. 

If you’re going down sugar, 

Best your fall be, 

As delicate as petals. 

From the oh-so-sweet marigolds. 

That I’ve raised and nurtured,

In three cracked homes of, 

Cheap, brown pots. 

Blooming into lively yellows, oranges and reds. 

To remember and respect the dead. 

That takes and takes, 

But never gives back. 

Our love. 

Our happiness. 

Our memories. 

Far too short-lived, 

Than love, happiness and memories should have ever been. 

I’m afraid that I’ll forget. 

How to be happy, 

Without you here. 

So tears flow on end, 

Whenever and wherever I remember, 

That you were my dear. 

- (d.n.k) 

Wrath

I have shed the most blood, 

None of it my own. 

I have killed the most men. 

The skulls and skins of them, 

Make up my throne. 

Their loved ones ask,

For me to show mercy. 

I was never shown it. 

Nor have I ever known it. 

So I remain silent. 

Last words and pleas, 

In my rage, 

I kill them too. 

Houses are lit aflame. 

Generations screaming in pain. 

Somehow I have stayed sane. 

The skulls and skins and blood shed thickens, 

Through and though. 

My regrets, 

I barely have a few. 

They age and then they die. 

They go to war,

Again and again. 

It’s the same damn thing every time. 

No one really wins. 

It’s only me, 

Who survives. 

I used to think that I didn’t win either, 

That was before I became their leader. 

Their hands were as stained as my own. 

Their eyes had seen things,

Bore things,

That only the sickest of beings like me would know. 

They were akin to me, 

A warrior.

A survivor. 

But there was one vital difference, 

You see. 

This warrior could die. 

I had never felt remorse,

Until the death of them. 

I had never been so angry,

Until my warrior was stolen by the passage of time.

Perhaps this was the punishment inflicted for all of my horrible crimes. 

Why are humans so fragile? 

Why do they always die?

I wanted answers. 

I’ve always gotten what I wanted.

Because I always take it,

Blinded by my anger. 

I wanted my warrior. 

I marched down,

Deeper and deeper into the ground.

Into the very depths of hell. 

I grasped Death by the neck,

Without a single word,

A bony finger pointed to my darling’s cell. 

My warrior.

My survivor. 

The only one that ever mattered. 

I sure hope, 

My soon-to-be spouse, 

Won’t mind my temper. 

- (d.n.k)

Pride Greed Envy Wrath Lust Gluttony Sloth

This Isn’t Your Fault

I promise I’m not sad. 

I promise I’m not sad. 

It isn’t your fault.

This wasn’t your cause. 

It’s entirely mine alone.

For being shattered to the bone. 

I say I’m okay,

Although we both know I’m not. 

This isn’t your fault.

This wasn’t your cause. 

I’m a mistake,

Made far too many times.

Over and over.

A failure.

Letting down those who matter most. 

That’s who I am.

A jealous wannabe. 

I can’t except someone new. 

This falls upon no one else but me. 

A burden.

A burden.

Your burden. 

I should just burn. 

Let this darkness swallow me whole. 

I stand for nothing.

Useless.

Rubbish.

Cruel.

Please just let me burn. 

I believe it’s now my turn. 

Put me out of my misery. 

Weak.

Selfish.

Repulsive. 

Just a little self-destructive. 

Death seems to be a considerable solution. 

I won’t.

The pain will blossom. 

Spread to the others who show care. 

I wouldn’t dare to hurt them. 

Not ever.

- (d.n.k) 

Pride

You bite your tongue, 

Because you are the one who is wrong. 

I am right. 

As always. 

I will twist the things you say, 

Until you can speak no longer. 

You’re prettier when you’re silent. 

Hold your tongue, 

Or I just might burn it off. 

All these arguments of yours have already been fought. 

And lost. 

Smells of burnt flesh, 

Tears stream down your face. 

Helpless and hopeless, 

There is no escape. 

I gaze into your wide eyes,

Brimming with fear. 

And I smile bright. 

You’re so much prettier my love, 

When I am the one who is right. 

- (d.n.k) 

Pride Greed Envy Wrath Lust Gluttony Sloth

Envy

It’s not that I want you,

It’s not that I don’t.

It’s not that I hate you.

It’s not that I won’t. 

It’s that...

It spreads like a disease...

I believe, 

Humans call this sickness I have,

Jealousy. 

I am jealous, 

Because you aren’t mine. 

With them, 

You get to live a happy life. 

While I remain watching,

From the shadows of the night. 

For now,

Alone and forgotten. 

But soon I’ll set things right. 

You can be happy with me. 

I will bring my shadows,

And you will bring your light. 

But when,

Oh when, 

Shall I strike? 

- (d.n.k) 

Pride Greed Envy Wrath Lust Gluttony Sloth

A Little Self-Destructive

Emotions here,

Emotions there. 

This shit is freaking everywhere. 

Anger, 

Contentedness, 

Annoyance. 

Oh, 

And a little bit of despair. 

Sometimes I can’t feel, 

And sometimes I vividly do. 

Far too strongly,

It’s overpowering.  

Are you like me too? 

I don’t really know, 

What or how to think. 

About all this. 

My feelings, 

Lead to hurting others. 

So I’d prefer to not feel. 

The raging hatred, 

Void-like emptiness. 

That rapidly gains depth. 

Eating myself alive. 

I’ve lost control, 

Many times. 

But here’s where I draw the line. 

Self-destruction?

To me, 

That’s fine. 

Hurting others?

Well let’s say, 

I would rather die. 

- (d.n.k)