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Rebel Scum Poem

  • thechaoswarlock
  • Dec 30, 2025
  • 4 min read

Written by Darkness


12-30-2025



In the dungeon I sit


I await your calling


Silently I sleep, alone



My soul is writhing


Misery is the touch of you


Torture is the deluge of sorrows



If you pretend to be a saint


You will be made a murderer


If you pretend to be cruel


You will be called out for it



Nothing you do matters in time


When its the hammer and thorns


Mr. I spy, seek-me-do, you tried


But you failed to see me as me



I am not you. I am not me. I just am.


I am the darkness you fear within


I am the light, that slices and dices



I don't need permission when I'm crying


Am I allowed to scream out in pain?


Confidence was broken in vulnerability


I will never surrender to pretenders and liars



I am not here to be bought and sold


I'm not a slave. I am not a priest.


I am just a person with many inside.



Pluck my strings and you will see it all


I am still just a thread on the fates news


My wounds and poetry sings it all



Its like the highs and the lows crisscrossed


I am enough and always will be


I fought lions, tigers and bears



There are things in the dark you don't know


I would have revealed it, had you known


But instead you play pretend like a jester


So I won't give you satisfaction to the end



I am the caged beast that rages within


The spark of justice that beats near by


I cannot kneel until I know you best



I am claws, fangs and venom


I am the phoenix that sings in the sky


I am the bat that flies in the night


I am a barbarian and thief



I'm the Dracula to your muse


Bite me down like moist cake


I'm tasty and I smell like ecstasy



If my words be too x-rayed, oh well


The dungeon is where I will be, my dear


With massage oil and leather straps



If you want my delights you must bite me


I'm raw like spoiled milk but then sweet like boba


I take two spoon fulls of sugar to digest at times



Some days I am a mess


Some days I am alright


But truly can you accept me as I am?



If I'm bad or good will you still love me so?


To be truly loved in my mess is the test


I wasn't dangerous. I was lost and alone.



Depression looks like rage and tears


Its not the best look I'll admit


I carry four slipped discs don't you know?



When the world breaks you its not your fault


When the people leave you its awful


But bonesy jones is still here to stay



See, he and I both agree with this process test


Its where you find your strength and resolve


Its destiny wrapped in fine candy glass



Don't give up on me because I won't on you


I make mistakes because I'm Audi-ADHD


I'm human too sort of and sometimes not



I growl and hiss and I even snarl


I beck and I pull and push too


I see your skeleton with x-ray clarity



If you be of honor, you'd not play pretend


So straighten up and be truthful and honest


I was a fool but so thus are kings born



In the mess is where you find yourself


Not in the cherry happy times


So, through the night I tread



I won't stop till I uncover the truth


I am glory and shining all wrapped in one


Greed is the reality of this gross place



I refuse and instead I stand up


I am The Darkness, you know me well


I was the warrior you left behind



In the ashes of the past, I will rise


For Kings don't give up so easily


So when I start my reign, it will show



That a king isn't what you thought it was


That royalty is when you own those mistakes


I can flex my mistakes like a champ



Because I learn from them unlike some


I am no quitter and I am a heavy setter


I got two fists and a heart of many



I was the shadow but now the champion


When I rise you will know, oh you will know


I am not cruel. I am healing. I am sassy.



So with limp fingers I crawl to the exit


Where this tunnel leads no one knows


But when I reach the light, I will roar



You haven't heard me yet, you know


I got a deep voice and I can play prose


I can snap both fingers and dance too



I got magick and style, you know you like


If we can please see the truth, not the wasps


When I play the tune that saves us all?



If I was a saint I wouldn't carry battle scars


I am not ruined. I am restoring roots.


Because I can do it, I'm a villain and a hero



Maybe judge less and be honest with me


You didn't see all the picture of me


You missed the grainy sands of time



During my jolt, I awoke behind rubble


So today I will say, Yes I exist. I am alive.


I am rebel scum. A renegade. A fighter.



So to this long pass, I give you this


I will send you hope with darkness tinged smokes


Together we can forge a new way


In the darkness, a dragon rises anew

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