06-13-2015, 01:26 PM
*anxiously awaits helpful critique*
My weapon, a lie, insidious creeping.
I attack, her soul, her being.
Soon a doubt, a question raising,
What is truth, is she mistaking?
Fantasy holds such allure,
When her mind is so unsure.
She overlooks, her demons watch,
One step closer, she'll be lost.
Balanced on that tempting line,
Another thought, she'll soon be mine
No one hears her grievous plea,
As she sinks to insanity.
My weapon, a lie, insidious creeping.
I attack, her soul, her being.
Soon a doubt, a question raising,
What is truth, is she mistaking?
Fantasy holds such allure,
When her mind is so unsure.
She overlooks, her demons watch,
One step closer, she'll be lost.
Balanced on that tempting line,
Another thought, she'll soon be mine
No one hears her grievous plea,
As she sinks to insanity.
I relish writing bad poems, if it means someday I'll write a good one.