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Fuck pity
written by Genocide Reaper03:41 AM 10/18/04| Singing and head banging with a band of skeletons playing riffs that gut wrench the world. Freedom is something to achieve with struggle, peace is something that can fade with age, no matter how strong the pillars we stand are, time can erode them with its cold breeze. When all is lost, and you stand alone, banging your head in silence, as the music plays, and to a God you pray hopeing he's listening to what you have to say. War becomes the only escape of a world that doesn't give a fuck, you have talent but know for some reason you'll never get anywhere, because of those which surround you, its the truth, and its a painful blue. Hope in being discovered is too far away, so just continue to hold the guitar and play, even press those keys on the piano and try to understand why, you can't seem to get by with what you know, and why everyone seems to shut you out. No one wants anything to do with you, everything you do is wrong. And you know your soul is falling down, being beaten down, you know its all to far now, but still you try. Still you push it to the limits, with pills and booze, the beer is killing you, and you have a mood of I don't give a fuck, when you are wasteing away alone smokeing cigarettes and reflecting upon all the great things you wish you could do. But in the end as you lay your head down to sleep, you realize these are just dreams that you keep. Too bad you can't have a Book that could be so manys bible, you won't quit until you die, this is the truth, but everyone still pushes you away until you feel like you could puke, nobody appreciates intelligence anymore, they just want to treat you like a stupid whore of works that can't be explained, so all they do is complain. While you sink and drown in pain. But its what you've learned to thrive on, you are now a fallen angel, a demon with desires, in a dire situation, a life that kicks you in the back and stabs you after you have slacked off and decided to rest, it must be a test. NEVER GIVING UP IS FOR THE BEST! You try to tell them all, what it is, that made you fall, but the truth is. They say. "I don't want to know" they ask whats wrong then your voice rings out and they say they will show you no pity. No one asked for pity, just to be fucking heard, and if you don't want to hear any fucking thing, then shut your fucking mouth and never ask a God damn question! They turn a simple response into a mind fuck complication, so intricate their ignorant mind works. you've ran out of luck, looked down upon, bent over and fucked by the world and its ways. To bad Death taste so sweet, now you'll swim or rot. No, you didn't pull the trigger, so God you will not meet. The After life will be here soon enough you tell yourself as you think. It can only get better if I try. Even through every bullshit lie. |
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Don't you just feel like that some times?
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Bloody_Wrist_Angel (10-18-2004 - 03:49 AM)
| that poem is wonderful.. great work.. hope to see more poetry by you.. brilliant.. you are better than i am at poetry.. if u want.. check my poems out.. ive got 8 on here right now |
by chocoholic22 (10-18-2004 - 03:56 AM)
by xSadisticPhsyc0x (10-19-2004 - 01:25 AM)
| Eyy Words outta My Mouth All the fuckin time..niiice! |
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