The Cycle of a Dark Seed

Tristan Robert Lange



As I dwindle away,
Leaving me sick and gaunt,
I start to ponder over the
Bad omens that have encircled me.
I know that I will perish,
And in the end, I slowly
Fade away to nothing.
The cycle has already started.
So I vow to end my life
After I commit a terrible sin,
A sin so terrible that
My soul will be damned to hell.
For there is malice in my
Deranged and warped mind.
I shall emerge from the darkness
After my fears subside,
And in a solemn, placid way,
I shall bring down the wrath
Of my anger
For I am an angry god.
And I will cherish your death,
While I drink your blood for charity
To my selfish, greedy desires.
And then I will rip my heart out
Of my shallow bosom and die.
Then I will be shrouded,
Buried, and left for the
Worms to eat my remains.
 
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 3rd, 2025 08:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written circa 1995, when I was the ripe old age of 17.
  • Category: Gothic
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  • sorenbarrett

    The anger of youth in this poem as well as violence. Even in metaphor it expounds force and the vigor of youth. Energetic and passionate it cries out.

  • orchidee

    If hunger and famine was not such a serious theme, that guy looks a bit under-fed there. Doh!
    And then I make some weird comment - 'Oooh, not today, thank you; don't fancy the theme of that poem! lol.



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