Poetry

Slaughterer

Thy Power, so Mighty
To take Someone Down,
Or make Someone Frown,
Without a Touch,
Not even weeny Much.
You’re the Onslaught
None could Dodge,
When Mercilessly you Stung,
Oh, The Slaughterer Tongue.

You’ve the Skill to Kill
Till the Deepest Tier,
Heinous is your Drill
Through the Faultless Ear.
How bad I wish,
You should’ve Known,
You can’t take Back
What you’ve Thrown.
When Mercilessly you Stung,
Oh, The Slaughterer Tongue.


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15 Comments

  1. This is soo well written! :O
    I always imagine how terrible slaughter might be,and I forgot we deal with so much of it everyday.There is alot more emotional pain than physical :-/

    1. That is the other side of the story. True. But more often than not, there are pains that could be averted by avoiding a few words at the right time. Thank you 🙂

  2. Truly said:) Just loved the few last lines.. How bad I wish, You should’ve Known, You can’t take Back What you’ve Thrown. 🙂
    If we can control this sense of ours.. We wouldn’t have to gather the heart wreckage’s 🙂

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