Lifeblood

Well, shall I take my wages from your pain?
And pile up stacks to sky be financed by
your comely dread, your sparkling tears such la-

mentations soothe my ear, I pray to hear

again those cries, since I rely take life-

blood by your gloom, your soon, impending doom.

Well, shall I take my laughter from your tears?
And shorten yours to extend my years of vamp-
iristic quite sadistic appetites.
I dine on anguish; dread, I savor it--
my fav'rite taste, since I rely take life-
blood by, your gloom, your soon, impending doom.

Well, shall I take my triumph from your loss?
What other way for it to be?  Expect-
ing me to ever lose? I dance upon
your grave, graffiti up my name upon
your tombstone, why?  Since I rely take life-
blood by, your gloom, your soon, impending doom.

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Seriously, I'm going to write a happy poem one day.  I don't know why they come out like that.

You know the deal, iambic pentameter, internal rhyme, etc.  Since I love end-rhyme so much I thought iambic pentameter would make me, you know... not rhyme--since the beats are irregular (well... they're regular but not regular for rhyming purposes something about an odd number of beats just doesn't work for end rhyme, i mean you can do it but I dunno, it doesn't do it for me, sounds really forced) but as you can see I get around that by having internal rhyme.  I can't stop rhyming :( I think I'll have to get an electric shock every time I rhyme to rid me of the habit.  But whatever... next poem is going to be happy... unless it's not :)