Dark Poetry #4 |
You've done it now... |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
I wake up feeling shy, Wondering why I often lie, When I got one, Why I go out for fun, Will I die alone? Breathing toxic, Feeling nauseated, Finally depleted, I am the chosen, That will rise, But until I give up, The vices that disguise, You think I would learn For the mistakes of my dad, But not once I looked back, To continue to fight and be bad, There is no one like me, You can try to delegate, Categorize this, that, or me But I rise above all, I fight myself, Till I win or lose, My blood will flow, Till the demons go, You want to feel my pain, The tragic thoughts I picture, My death and my life in shambles, Save your breath and your lecture, I die in a ghetto, With no one around me, Holding me while I breath, The last breathe in this world, But this image is portrayed, Painting only dark pictures, This is my life and my end, Alone and forever cursed, To fight myself continue, Day in an day out, I am just like you, Only my thoughts speak, Out loud you hear me- Through my words, For no one is hear to stop me, As I fly free like a bird, Life never changed, We die and live, But you got to stay strong, When all seems false, Damn, I lived long. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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