Isaak DeMaio

Rookie (September 16,1992 - / Buffalo, New York)

The Wrath Pt.3 - Poem by Isaak DeMaio

The Wrath's four walls sway,
bullet after bullet,
explosions in its heart,
damaging pieces fall,
the dirt collects secrets.
Unknowns,
a possible soul,
unimaginable fear,
as the once bulletproof Wrath becomes victimized,
shut down,
lost,
from fate,
God,
Death,
love.
The Wrath begins to fold,
as the walls begin to crumble,
the Wrath has no words,
as the Wrath begins to stumble.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 2, 2011


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