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"Child Turned Whore"

It hides within shadows,
behind eyes,
venomous bile it spits,
into the mouths of all who notice.
Secret infatuations of lustful discontent,
it buries all hope in lies and disease.

Its flesh grown tattered from years of abused neglect.
It speaks in tongues that are understood by none.
It is master of its own head believing its own untruths.
Desperate in its search it vanishes before its tasted its goal.

It is no mystic creature of demon, dragon, nor serpent.
It looks in mirrors yet never sees, it talks but never listens.

This man shaped creature lurks,
watching, waiting.
Never humbled, never awake,
it sleepwalks throughout its poisoned life.

Pain becomes its inner most belief as it suffers.
It seeks vengeance for wrongs, never committed.
It is a scavenger of love, its heart melts for every woman.

It is vermin, it is pest.

Its traits are more that of insect than that of the higher order of animal.
It is man no more,
but instead has become a child turned whore.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Maryland, USA

Favorite Poets: I have many favorite poets but I like Poe the most.I would also feel wrong if I didn't include music to this also, for I find it to be of great inspiration.These are lyrics to a song by Monster Magnet called Ozium, it never fails to put me in the writing mood and thought I would share it, lol., " I'm up to my brain in the mire of an ancient swamp, Pteranadon smiles at me and flies up to god, Baby let me drink deep from your globes of reality, Writhe your naked ass to the mindless groove, baby give your tongue a taste and follow me up to my room, the bullgod has your head, and baby thats just fine, now it is time, we became the mighty cell, wrap those hungry jacks? to the mindless groove, they say we've got a lifetime, but we know that ain't true, I will not be denied, I will not be denied, baby, the faster you gyrate the faster we'll be there, arms up overhead, a goddess in the ancient song, work that mighty world to the mindless groove, they say weve got a life time but we know that ain't true, I will not be denied, I will not be denied, they say weve got a lifetime, but we know that ain't true, I will not be denied I will not be denied"

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Comments

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

14 years 3 months ago

Dear KZ,

Very sensitive subject matter and very well done! I wish I had written it! My favorite lines:

Its traits are more that of insect than that of the higher order of animal.
It is man no more,
but instead has become a child turned whore.

Chilling!

always, Cat

KINGZOMBIE

KINGZOMBIE

14 years 3 months ago

Thanks Cat

I don't write like this often, but I enjoy it when I do.I'm glad you liked and understood it:-)

lou

lou

14 years 3 months ago

KZ

All I can say is long may you continue.

love lou

KINGZOMBIE

KINGZOMBIE

14 years 3 months ago

Thanks Rosi

Sorry that its taken me so long to get back to you.Its been beyond hectic around here.And you know that i appreciate all the help I can get:-)

Geezer

Geezer

14 years 3 months ago

As always...

I am impressed with the darkness of your writing. You have a way of seeing deeper into the dregs of society than most. The children of this world, are what society makes them. We are a world of people who want everything, and we want it now! And we will trade our childhood for it. Good work, ~ Gee

KINGZOMBIE

KINGZOMBIE

14 years 3 months ago

Thanks Gee

I'm glad you liked it, I like writing in this way.It can be interpreted in so many ways.Thanks again Gee.