The Colour of Tears

poetry and prose for the solemn ones

IV. Nocna Mora

Vicious Kiss

Sometime 2009, age 18-19

Behold my ever-vicious smile, playing upon my vicious lips;
A storm of night so vicious vile, and from this vicious venom drips.
The thorns that stream from a vicious rose, prick tender fingers with vicious blood.
For vicious love may come and go, but nightmares flow like vicious flood.
Bestow upon you a vicious wish, with vicious ice dancing in its midst.
This vicious song you'll forever miss, when vicious death brings vicious kiss.

About the Poem: Rhyming poetry has always been my forte (I used to do it improvised on the spot as a cool party trick), and this is one of my favorite pieces in that style. Not only are there a ton of rich rhymes, but I think the rhythm of the poem is almost song-like. Truthfully, I have no other context to this piece other than I really liked the word "vicious" at the time.

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