Snarl

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An old piece of mine. Not the most technically excellent piece of writing, but, emotive enough, I feel. Criticism welcome.


Snarl


It's a face; an expression.
Repulsed at your demo of a
Hideous progression.

A cerebral shudder at you
Primeval gutter-dwellers.
All in good time, I'll
See you all rot...

...All in good time, I'll be due.

You're the crystal
Ball and I'm the Muse.
An abomination, wretch'd,
From a lifetime of abuse.

I hate you; for
Your reflective surface.
I hate you for
The way you degrade us.

And
Your existence violates me.
...What a nice ride on the bus.

The undead and the inbred.
All around;
Theres no escape.
Somewhere between a snarl and gag,
I turn my head away.

The infected, the afflicted,
They wear down
My defense.
I crawl out from the sewers,
With an inward view
On repugnance.

A consternation comes,
...And passes.
I am why I squirm among the
Crass, sweaty masses.

ianthefox

Exhumation of an old thread I know, but I really liked this piece.

scouser.tommy wrote: »

A consternation comes,
...And passes.
I am why I squirm among the
Crass, sweaty masses.

This stanza in particular struck a chord with me.

Do you come from a musical background? I get the feeling that these are more lyrics than poetry.

sitout

very very good