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My ears, they bleed with every sound Of failure I've attained. It built up, inside my head clouded foevermore. Like a Raven in Antartica, Im lost amongst the sky. Without the eyes to see, or hands to touch. Or a heart to feel apathy. Im alone on this endless sea Of lying smiles and death. I no longer want to hear this shit, i wish that i was unborn. As the masks come off, I cry tears of acid. They trickle down my cheeks so red, and burn my heart away. This world, such a piece of shit, Every last person lying filth, My soul is half gone, I sold the other for a kiss. Sympathy of the liars Burns my wrists so bad. Sympathy from selfish souls, Who fear their death so bad. Im so used, abused, by society...and you It's hard to rise from bed. I cannot see a reason to die, Nor a reason to live --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Those evenings when imagination is agony binding and blinding when the heart cries out alone and unheeded crouching behind windows waiting for her who will never come the world is turning into an unreality that has nothing to do with me anymore what experience can be more cruel or painful than this numbing withering indifference those evenings when you have left every ideal and all innocence far behind you and are sinking in the swamp of your mind...and imagination where every thought looses color and like a maelstream, is turning around a single core of dry unfulfilled yearnings those evenings when imagination is agony you cannot imagine ever rising to the surface again --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Torn between the desire for closeness and the need for distance the boredom the yearning the ideal the mind creaves & life rarely supplies. torn between myelf and dissolving i watched the pain fade from my eyes with time..... replaced by nothing searching my reflection in vain for a spark of felling of hope of life... of me the lesson learned: everyone leaves others are important only for awhile and for fading memories but how not to let the soul harden knowing this how to reject despair torn between the pain and the void strolling on the edge of reality... the border of imagination tempted both ways the path i follow leads nowhere a path i will walk alone a circle a spiral tightening and uncurling |