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Dark Poetry #2

another untitled piece...lol

ThyWizard
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since 2000-08-06

Posts 56
Chambersburg, PA, USA

0 posted 2000-11-10 09:16 PM

I can never be free I’m trapped by addiction,
Never at peace cuz there’s always some friction.
Addicted to drugs and material things,
From acid to gold and sex to rings.
I go to school to check out chicks,
And always got beef with all of the pricks.
Don’t believe in God I turned atheist,
In my body no soul exists.
My “need” for materials drove me to crime,
I need to change and now is the time.
It’s not that easy, been addicted so long,
To material things and doing wrong.
Tried to go straight, but not doing too well,
Still figure that I’m headed for Hell.
Drugs and pain are killing my mind,
Tripping and falling, I’m lost behind.
Got goals set, but out of my grip,
Refuse to grab ‘em, afraid that they’ll rip.
People say I’m a failure and I’ll never go far,
I’ll see my life from behind a prison bar.
They seem to think that I’m prison bound,
Or dead in a gutter is where I’ll be found.
But they’re all wrong! I WILL go places,
And when I do I’ll remember their faces!
Them laughing at me and pushing me down,
Making me cry and making me frown.
One day it’ll me havin the last laugh
And them below me will be my wrath.
I don’t want revenge just to get even,
Looking down on me with no good reason.
Refused to stoop down to their level,
Not a great person, but not quite the devil.
It’s my fault I won’t say it’s theirs,
But life’s twice as hard when nobody cares.
When you fight for your own,
The right path ain’t always shown.
It’s hard to see when you’re blind to the light,
To eat and survive you gotta fight.
Not physically but inside of your head,
Thoughts runnin through while you’re layin in bed.
Crazy things like you wanna die,
Memories of love; starting to cry.
Sweet bliss it was but it ended so fast,
And that sweet girl’s now in the past.
She picked up and left for no real reason,
And I miss her more with each passing season.
I’d lay in bed and cry to sleep,
And I figured I’ve sewn what I reap.
After months I’ve dealt with the pain,
And I got it to stop corroding my brain.
Now I’ll get past it I know I can,
But once again I picked up my pen.
Happy emotions I hope they stay,
Cuz now again puttin the pen away.
Events like this add to the hurt,
And I continue to feel like dirt.
Don’t wanna be in a state of denial,
So I’ll put it away just for a while.

" If who i am is what i have and what i have is lost, then who am I? " - unknown

Thy Wizard

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