Hatred is true expression When the dust settles All that is left is guilt Pain and suffering These are my only feelings No room for love Trust Or joy All love crumbles to dust All trust is betrayed And all joy is trodden upon by the masses The sheep They fear not the slaughter But… Continue reading The Happy Butcher
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my own little hell
Several years have passed since I have last been in contact with anyone. Alone and remorseful for all of the wrong deeds I have committed I exist; society’s judgement has condemned me. I am full of guilt; a shallow puddle of water is all that consoles me. Nothing but the moon’s subtle reflection emanates from… Continue reading my own little hell
Guilt
(Horror) He holds onto the knife with warm blood gradually dripping down. He walks out of the bedroom; his face pallid as paper and his eyes stared straight ahead like they almost bite, as a ravenous beast lusting for more flesh and blood. His huge, muddy shoes while walking down the old staircase make loud… Continue reading Guilt
Guilt
He holds onto the knife with warm blood gradually dripping down. He walks out of the bedroom; his face pallid as paper and his eyes stared straight ahead, as a ravenous beast lusting for more flesh and blood. His huge, muddy shoes while walking down the old staircase make loud noises that possibly can wake… Continue reading Guilt
The Agony I brought upon Myself and Others
Words that have been spoken have been the spears that came back To tear me apart as my intentions were not those perceived Somehow those who knew me to be white never knew that I was black And for this misery that I created I shall vanish into what never had been received Misunderstood, propaganda… Continue reading The Agony I brought upon Myself and Others
Burying the Guilt
I sat in the woods by myself, well, not exactly by myself. The woods chattered all around me as the sun set. It felt like they all knew about my dirty little secret. They knew about what I had done. Maybe I’m just feeling guilty.
Don’t You Remember?
Don’t you remember how she hurt you? How she used you? How she lied to you? Don’t you remember what she put you through?
Why I couldn’t quit smoking
I smoke because it’s life I smoke because it’s death And I smoke because sometimes it’s the only thing that modivates me to breathe And I breathe it in And I breathe it out
Poem to A Cutter
Close your eyes unto the night no hand to hold to take the knife This feelings inside, no tears to cry I watch out the window and wish to die
answers through time
Since, im a kid… ive been facing guilt and doing acts independently. My parents are separated, living with my sis. And yes, few changes have been made. Ive been attracted to black since im a kid, does this make me a goth?… I have habit of making cuts , does that make me depress?.. there… Continue reading answers through time