My Name He Calls

I Shall not be your slave

Traped inside your Mind

My secret Cuts

My Deep scars

Its painful it blossum

Through these eyes to be

Dislove these Sins

I dare not see

These trees of hope

Burning down to the ground

This sky of black

From the stands of blood

I speak through what I feel

From this knife

To the depression

With my life

For where,there stands a man

Points and shouts

My name he screams

Death

*Ugly_Wings*

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Categorized as poetic

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.