You look in the mirror, Seeing what you’ve feared, Seeing what you’ve become, A liar, A backstabber, A fake, The face in the mirror Laughing at you, Mocks you, Eats at your pain, And you feed it, Every day, You fake every thing you are, And it gets stronger, Soon you’ll forget who you really… Continue reading Mirror
Category: poetic
The Past is indistructable
The past is, Indistruactable, The future is, unreliable, The present is, consequensel, The past, Haunting me, Killing me, Reminding me, Of past deeds done, I’d like to stab myself, 50 times, for every person ive hurt, for ever soul ive crushed, for every heart ive broken,
Final Thoughts
Humble and held together By rotting breaking strings Nothing on the mind But hate and broken dreams What once was but a splinter Has now become a tree Sticking in the mind What no one cares to see I stand alone on a beach With angry tides and benchful sands Blood running down my arm… Continue reading Final Thoughts
THE CONVICT’S A DRAGON
Accused of a crime he didn’t commit, thus thrown a fate he couldn’t prevent; As they close the gate to my cell, it feels like the vile pits of HELL. As i lay here in my cell with nothing but my dreams, i hear nothing but the guards, and the other prisoners screams. A dragons… Continue reading THE CONVICT’S A DRAGON
toxic devotion
i saw it there in his thoughts he was on the edge of demise but yet i hesitated to pull him back to pull him towards me for i was there beside him i already knew he was forever mine still i delighted in his suffering the silver lining of the cloud that was our… Continue reading toxic devotion
killing time
alone in my thoughts in darkness i hide in this chaos of life angel suicide surrounded by all but near not to one i can’t let them in i trust only none i drive myself dead just the voices an i im tired of life crimson’s a high the voices, they tell me everyone’s fake… Continue reading killing time
love’s eternity
passion overflows the soul and enters places most surreal fantasies materialize so done with sweet demonic zeal the world’s consumed by endless night but through a light is seen their souls redeemed – a dream-like state – saved by love’s eternity
the killing dance
in the misdt of loving death the warmth of such re’surring breath the end it seems the only way for our two souls forever stay in satan’s romance; razor blades blood’s eternal – never fades like demon dreams of red romance our souls now there: the killing dance
Hurt, Heartache,…then me
renouncing my faith in my useless talents, strange demented dark heartache and violent, the sound of your voice was like poison to me, only a lock to my hart and you’ve stolen the key, i wonder if you’ll denie that you where the reason, or if you’ll say sorry like sorrys in season, but you’re… Continue reading Hurt, Heartache,…then me
A Cliche Suicide
A poem about a very cliche type suicide…first “decent” poem I’ve wrote in a good while…I guess. Her black eyeliner ran down her face As she cried tears of infinite disgrace Her pale white skin turn cold As she made the very last fold To the note she will leave behind There’s nothing more for… Continue reading A Cliche Suicide