A New Scar And A Bloody Page. Poem by Little King of Sorrows

Spit upon the canvas!
Have not a decent thought!
Boil it with my blurry eyed stare.
Scream and spit some more!
Rivers of anger protrude my skull.
My face Crayola Rage.
Sip the devils nector...
Spew it on the page!
Fists of hatred, muscles tight....
Mirror man mean mugs my mortal mentality.
A strike so swiftly delivered....
a future scar unspoken.
Remnants of a broken man, a thousand shiny trophies strewn about the crimson puddles.
A fleeting moment of peace embraces me.

Curtains Close. Act 1 Scene 1 done.

All just fades to black.
Alone in my eyelid theater I suck in all the surrounding oxygen like a blackhole...(not even light can escape) .

HOLD....................HOLD.............DO NOT RELEASE! JUST HOLD IT ALL IN!

Till it hurts...till your throbbing head explodes.

RELEASE! Eyes open as the pain and sobs of agonizing defeat spew forth in space and time like the big bang!
I'm seeing stars! I'm seeing cherubs and demons but its so blurry I can't tell which is.

To the right...that stupid page. I spit as the rooster crows 3 times over.

I dip one of my ten quills into my tears and sign my name.
I stamp my blood filled copywrite upon the page with my glistening palm.

This work is mine!

Signed...My DNA.


L.K. Sorrows

6/27/24