Fed Up 01/31/2011
Can’t hang on any longer
Been blown over the edge
Use to paint in colors
Now everything’s soaked in red
Canvas litters the floor
The curtains stand torn
Into the broken mirror I look blankly
Cursing the day I was born
I hate this passionless feeling
The absence of hope inside
Razorblade to wrist
It’s a good day to die…
Been blown over the edge
Use to paint in colors
Now everything’s soaked in red
Canvas litters the floor
The curtains stand torn
Into the broken mirror I look blankly
Cursing the day I was born
I hate this passionless feeling
The absence of hope inside
Razorblade to wrist
It’s a good day to die…
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All I gave 09/11/2010
Secrets hidden
Deep within
Water boiling
Over brim
No more theories
Only facts
Honest truth
Something you lack
Friends no longer
You’ve betrayed
I regret only
All I gave
Deep within
Water boiling
Over brim
No more theories
Only facts
Honest truth
Something you lack
Friends no longer
You’ve betrayed
I regret only
All I gave
Is it wrong? 06/14/2010
Is it wrong that I find a certain beauty in death?
Is it wrong that I can’t wait till my last breath?
Is it wrong that I Romanize the darkness,
And that I long for the night?
Is it wrong that I don’t fear damnation,
The nightmares or frights?
Is it wrong that hell strikes no fear within me,
Nor makes my heart skip a beat?
Is it wrong that death I wish to greet?
Is it wrong that I bow before the reaper,
And long for his touch?
Is it wrong that I hate life this much?
Is it wrong that I can’t wait till my last breath?
Is it wrong that I Romanize the darkness,
And that I long for the night?
Is it wrong that I don’t fear damnation,
The nightmares or frights?
Is it wrong that hell strikes no fear within me,
Nor makes my heart skip a beat?
Is it wrong that death I wish to greet?
Is it wrong that I bow before the reaper,
And long for his touch?
Is it wrong that I hate life this much?
A Wayward Journey 04/04/2010
Burning
Slowly
Turning
Yearning
For escape from my dark twisted cell
Why did I ever voyage to hell?
Slowly
Turning
Yearning
For escape from my dark twisted cell
Why did I ever voyage to hell?
Reflection 03/27/2010
Lost in thought,
pondering
all the choices
made,
distressed by many
reactions…
but the past can’t be
changed.
pondering
all the choices
made,
distressed by many
reactions…
but the past can’t be
changed.
Life's a Revolving Door 03/27/2010
Every day’s the same,
nothing ever changes,
just repeats, again and again,
a continuous,
repeating circle
that comes and goes, comes and goes.
Like playing follow-the-leader,
marching to the beat of the same drum,
twenty-four/seven,
there’s no exit ramp to freedom,
just bumper-to-bumper traffic
we must follow always,
much as the hands of a clock
make one complete round after another;
we’re stuck in the constant round and round,
like the earth we rotate on our axis,
the sun and moon rise and fall,
up and down, up and down…
Every day’s the same,
nothing ever changes,
just repeats, again and again…
nothing ever changes,
just repeats, again and again,
a continuous,
repeating circle
that comes and goes, comes and goes.
Like playing follow-the-leader,
marching to the beat of the same drum,
twenty-four/seven,
there’s no exit ramp to freedom,
just bumper-to-bumper traffic
we must follow always,
much as the hands of a clock
make one complete round after another;
we’re stuck in the constant round and round,
like the earth we rotate on our axis,
the sun and moon rise and fall,
up and down, up and down…
Every day’s the same,
nothing ever changes,
just repeats, again and again…
