The One False Truth

Poem By Matthew Hyatt

The darkness surrounds me
fills the void and caresses my skin
encouraging me to rise and sin
my mind turns ashen and corrupts my thoughts
gossiping about would be not
I was once revered by the sick and the old
now all I have left is the cold
The darkness engulfs me

In my wake I drain happy thoughts
Leaving morals to sit and rot
dealing with those who would rather not.
'Your a monster' they say with a mob at their side
alone by themselves they would run and hide
A wake of destruction follows me by my stride
lands charred black, rivers boiled
The hard work of man soiled

My rise to the top is bloody and fast
The public knowing my reign will not last
Those who oppse are often bloodied
I have been extensively studied
The darkness becomes me

They fear me, hate me, want to destroy me
All because I took away their lives that were free
A bullet to the head,
I rise from the dead
Proclaimed as the one
Deeds like mine are rarely done

So begins my apocalyptic reign
I am the darness

Comments about The One False Truth

Why must everything have a christian message? Why must everything be about something? I would be a fool to deny this is anything less than a brilliant poem, yet I have a completely different interpretation. My view is no more or less valid then yours (unless your Matthew) , but I don't fel the need to attempt to convert you to them. I wish people could just accept a great work of art for what it is, wihtout always having to try it fit into their narrow worldview. I don't know what Matthew meant, but I think I do- and I'm probably wrong. So I'll just say I like the poem, and leave it at that.
I like this; it's very thoughtful. I can see you put a lot into this one. I see a high-powered executive, cutthroat and blood-thirsty; but that goes to show how you nailed this one. Sometimes the greatest demons are right under our noses. Nicely done.
this poem is very good. While abstract, I got a christian message out of it. It made me think of the end times with teh antichrist. I like it.

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