I demand attention!
Worship me at my feet!
Complement me non-stop!
This is the alien dimension
releasing the cold heat.
Her life lost within the mall’s clothes shop.
Just meaningless,
like a hover sucking
in all the dirt
off the senseless
pink floor. Choking
on her miniskirt.
I would know true happiness
if only someone would
put her on a rocket
and launch her into emptiness-
her little, skinny head.
Or else just chop it...
Comments
yaerink1203 | November 8, 2008 - 02:24
This poem really startles me.
"Chop it off..."
But actually, I find it really astounding that you are expressing your emotions!
You seem to always inspire me.
Best wishes.
-Miss_Poet
Nathan Bednarek | November 15, 2008 - 23:22
Well, Miss Poet, I must admit that this is one of the most evil things I have ever written, but certain emotions have to be expressed ;-p
Thanks for your comment.
Nathan.