PixlBit

 Ok, so I'm thinking of entering a poetry contest sometime in the not too distant future. The subject matter is despair, and I've written 3 pieces. What I'm asking of you is which do you think is best? 

Purgatory

The darkened sky breeds contempt, as the malevolent destroy the moment;
Lovers all but torment, and crack the sky with their bloodshed
The heroes endure the same fate as the wicked
Where is the justice?
Eyes of the wicked close by my hands, but have I the right to judge?

The cold embrace of the dead, the calloused palms of the wicked;
Salvation butchered; its life force bleeds red
Captive to fate, or molested by sin?
Jealousy and pride are adjacent to destruction
I loved you, yet you betrayed me.

The knife bleeds whispers of the soul, the souls it betrays.
The mother, the father, the lover by one hand are cast away.
Love caresses hate until the line is frayed...
The irrefutable force of jealousy leads astray...
You killed me... and set in concrete your demise.

 

Sin of the Night

Empty.
Corroded.
A stir in tranquility, as the sons of men praise
The ignorant, and the worthless,
The pitiless and the damned.
Self loathing.
Despair.
One night of indulgence, the fate of another sealed.
Echoes.
Recurring nightmares of ignorance and insolence,
The death of innocence in the very one I swore protection.
An end to clarity.
A muddying of waters.
Epervescent hearts corroded by guilt and self pity.
Worthless.
Condemned.
Patternless Static Emerges from the silence, Echoing damnation
To all that wish it...
The heart is treachouress, the flesh is weak
Temptation rears its ugly head and pleads,
Begs you to fuck it up again and again.
Desolate.
Barron.
Diseased.
Overburdened.
Rejoice in this curse, laugh in our misery
Be merry in destruction,
Intoxicated
Tempted.
The siren pulls me in, how can i resist?
The unprotected reap the consequences.
The foolish die by their own doings.
Purity desecrated by desire.
Evil or foolish?
You preordain my existence
Your body the temple of demons
Your mind the resting place of angels.
Your heart the playground of sadists
Your tongue unbridled and unremorseful
As you tell of our undoing,
As you gloat about our weakness
And weep over our lack of self control.
Tell yourself it was love, Although incapable of anything of the sort.

 

Transparency

Dreaming of the dead, the malevolent spirits of the past,
That haunting, the persistant rapping.
Knocking on the walls of my mind, eating away at my sanity.
A cracking noise in the distance, a paralysed youth...
autistic in emotion, and plagued with ill will and spite.
The ground opens up and swallows everything I have worked for.
And your gaze passes through me like an apparition through a wall...
My heart beats fast but not at all as I dine with the skeletons in my closet,
and the structure of the bridges are unmoved by a flame...
The past can't be buried, it refuses,
It taunts relentlessly.
Its guiles pierce and twist and draws blood that doesn't weep, but gushes,
running a river of torn hearts, tears and swallowed pride,
It forks around you, you're untouched by my pain, as if you can't see it,
even if you are the cause...
You are oblivious to your tongue and body, off in your own mind,
while the empty shell seeks and destroys.
You cannot begin to understand the damages of a smile,
the striking blow of a look,
or worse still, grating of flesh that is ignorant to my very existance.

 

 As I said before, I'd just like some help in deciding which of these three to send in. Thanks in advance for your help.