SouleXtinction Posted:

Bitter mockery of the reader.

Venomous condemnation of existence.

Clever turn of phrase…

Contrary statement which is yet true.

Trailing plea for death…

Dance the danse macabre, puppets.

I am aware… yet I still participate.

Pity me, for I know better.

its not evne worth teh effort to trol u

u ppl should rly try to be moer of a challeng plz

for one thing there isn’t enough puppet mastery in your posts. try to work on that. secondly, your poetry lacks blood-related metaphors—perhaps you should add some? thirdly, i would advise inserting more references to the night and/or darkness, though preferably not so opaque (such as my soul is like the night)

here is a sample line for you to use, free of charge

my soul cries for the stars but i cannot reach within myself to find them

note the reference to souls, (though you are avowedly anti-theist, souls make you seem a better writer regardless of talent, and is helpful go-to if you are stuck in your writing), stars (night), and soul-searching, though the lack of a blood metaphor could be worked on. good luck.

my bum itches can u scrathc it

SouleXtinction Posted:

Bitter mockery of the reader.

Venomous condemnation of existence.

Clever turn of phrase…

Contrary statement which is yet true.

Trailing plea for death…

Dance the danse macabre, puppets.

I am aware… yet I still participate.

Pity me, for I know better.

kill yourself