Im bored of boredom In this life there is no real freedom Everywhere in this everyday society is sexual repression Around me, I can’t deny all this sexual tension I don’t want you for what is on the inside I just want you for what is on the outside Your a slut inside and I… Continue reading Poem-The Hidden Whore
Author: Adam Keith
My name is Adam.
Poem-The Hidden Whore
Im bored of boredom In this life there is no real freedom Everywhere in this everyday society is sexual repression Around me, I can’t deny all this sexual tension I don’t want you for what is on the inside I just want you for what is on the outside Your a slut inside and I… Continue reading Poem-The Hidden Whore
Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
Sorry, but I’ve forgotten how to love I can’t feel that feeling anymore Sorry, but I wouldn’t care if you died Your just part of the everything that no longer matters to me Dissect my brain, go right ahead You’ll just see that inside all my thoughts will leave you dead Now there’s just nothing… Continue reading Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
Sorry, but I’ve forgotten how to love I can’t feel that feeling anymore Sorry, but I wouldn’t care if you died Your just part of the everything that no longer matters to me Dissect my brain, go right ahead You’ll just see that inside all my thoughts will leave you dead Now there’s just nothing… Continue reading Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
Poem-When No Tears Appear
My thoughts are going ninety miles per hour I wish for once they would just go sixty There is nothing in this life that is ever going to fix me I can’t stop this anxiety
Trepidation
I can never truly love again That feeling was left in the past I can never get it back again Love just isn’t meant to last I feel bitter, I feel nothing
A Kind Killer
I sometimes feel as if I have no true identity That I really don’t know who is me But I know that Im confused, sad, angry and scared And I know for all that I hate, that I still do care
Poem-Buried Beneath Irate
Frustrated to say you and I are very much the same On you I like to sometimes place blame And its true, yes its true, that sometimes you deserve it Too much like you but rarely admit it
Poem-Despoiled
The time for pretending is ending The time to pretend is now at its end The time for pretending is ending The time to pretend is at its end
Poem-The Run Through The Ruin
Always after me Always stalking me Always behind me Always in front of me I close my eyes, I fall asleep The feeling of death is after me