Here's an old one from last year.
Really dark. REALLY really DARK.
I can get kinda pissy sometimes.... (pardon the use of your word Pissy-darlin')
In the Dark of Your Night
that slinks in shadows,
believing you have them all fooled.
Death is your closest companion
a bosum buddy
to warm you in the lonely nights
when you accept
that you have nothing left to lose.
The blackness within multiplies
in beautiful decay
and there is a joy
in the tainting
of everything you touch.
at the inevitable,
the inner rage simmering as
your forced smile
bleeds to grimace
and destruction is
all you have left to share.
(the poem wraps up with sticking my tongue out. It's a performance piece.)