I wrote this poem a looong time ago, well...ok about a yr or so ago lol...but I thought I would share it with everyone. Imput appreciated


I Killed the World


Walking these empty streets;
The streets I worked so hard to own.
Hollow shells of homes;
Shattered by the bombs of my airplane.
Was the world to own;
Now it's mine, but I'm left alone.
My own dictatorship;
But no one to bow down to my feet.
The towns are still painted red;
Reminders of the ones I scattered on the ground.
Screaming haunts my dreams;
These ghosts still linger through the city walls.
Falling to my knees;
My God I killed the world for my ideals!
No more black or white;
What was not me, I shattered to the winds.
Walking my empty streets;
I killed the world out of my own greed.

The fires still burn;
Though the voices, like the bodies, now are still.
Fueled by my hatred;
Was only a race, but became the world.
And now here I stand;
On these streets of rotting, bleeding flesh;
Thought that I was right;
Validated through a chorus millions strong.
Watched the bullets rip;
Dropping life into the unknown mass graves.
War, it had no face;
Only purpose driven by a vengeful, bitter rage.
Fallen to my knees;
Blood was my last meal poisoned by my mind.
Not a bullet left;
I cursed myself these lonely, empty streets.
Thought I would bring Heaven;

I only created Hell...and crowned myself the Heir.