First poem on here in a while, pretty formulaic but eh, I'm still trying to get the juices flowing again. Oh, and I like dark poetry, but they don't reflect my actual mental state, don't worry

Perfect Doom

Hi, I am a tainted man,
full of dark and deep ambition,
plagued by ceaseless Chinese dripping,
seized no matter how I ran,
then
held in sly and mad creation,
wrecked in hiss of light soul ripping,
leaving red and ancient hand.
And
forced to swallow own damnation,
cruel to any kid caressing
obsession.