| Come get your knife.I'm just gonna throw out some
of my favorite poems I wrote. I wrote all of these when I was going
through one of the most stressful times of my life. Which, im not going
to get into because it's just way too personal and I'll get emotional
and...yeah...just no. Anyways, I hope you enjoy these as much as I,
because writing poetry is all I got. It's what fills the void inside my
cold, black heart. These poems are my true dark side unleashed and a
side nobody has ever seen and I hope to God nobody ever sees it...
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- Lesion -
Sitting in solitude, I ponder what we believe as life,
Are we alive, or just a program that some advanced intelligence wrote for a middle school science experiment?
Take a sip of black coffee and wonder what coffee is supposed to taste like,
Is this a dream or just a taste of reality, given by the unknown?
Why I lost my faith to this,
This lie that doesn't even exist,
Drag the pain until the depths give up their dead,
Longing to swallow your lesion,
You've choked my loss and stabbed my pride,
Preservation or production,
Either way is your prediction,
I still wish to eat your cancer,
Whose reckless heart will you scar now?
Cause I'm at the end of another lost highway,
Heading towards a dead end,
The missing link of disaster.
- Paralysis -
Crippled wings make me invisible,
Silent pain coursing through my veins,
Revised but still sore,
Consumed guilt feeding the cuts deep inside my heart,
Paranormal issues spreading rapidly,
My insomnia never letting me rest,
The change of emotions tire out the body,
May the past find my hated perfection,
Mass genocide tempting mankind to despair and die,
Smashing our faithful dreams,
The cynical kid I once was has finally faded,
The gun in my hand will tell you the same,
Climbing the ladder of burdens within,
Recharged with no sympathetic end,
Coloring my fate with a black edge,
Until I'm too fucked up to care anymore,
Kiss thy quivering lips and fall.
- Lethal Enigma -
As I lie back in this chair of mine,
Watching the world fall beneath me,
Nothing is getting through in my mind,
The one in chains; the only one that can break through,
It is both a hurt and a virtue,
Completely silent now,
With nothing else to give,
I've been hung up by everyone's lies,
Everyone underestimated me,
Yet they don't know how blindsided they are,
They had the time to think it through, but it's too late,
Feeding upon the black rose,
The rose that keeps the adrenaline pumping inside,
Keeping my nerves intact; compelled to erupt,
It's a everlasting grudge of the mind.
- Blank -
Getting sick, burning up again,
Draggin' my feet, another day begin,
Mind craving much medicine,
Forced to take the same shit every day,
Hating life, myself is sin,
Killing me, this drug depends,
Suicide, soul surrends,
This bitter sweet dream; wounded,
Feeling stuck, changing skins again,
Kissing death's lips, mental rain begin,
Mind blinded, from me within,
Should I just give up and die my friend?
Fucking me, this drug within,
Sucking me, my soul defends,
Forgotten times, memory clensed,
Brain dead, but still alive my friend. |
