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Death (me)
written by Genocide Reaper03:23 PM 8/23/04I keep trying to reach out, while holding the other hand back. You don't understand I can't explain all the emotional rage and ties I have inside of myself. Its like one big cruel fucking joke I can't stop it, and I can't bring myself to lie. I just fall to silence, supressing my world..Double your price, I have my own make feel good device its a known book, and branded power inside my head, wake up. Absorb the demons and chaos like a sponge, you want a Martyr a Saviour and I see you looking at me. You love me, why do I hate you? And love you? Fuck you.. I'm banging my head into the wall, everytime I hear the voice call, I can't fold and let it win, I won't give in and let him sin. You are my link to Supression, so I can't give in to his regression. All the ashes in my hands, the letters in the sand, times hand ticks away. And I can't look into your eyes. I look the other way. Pulling back remembering I had to retract I can't help you, I can't hurt you. I can do both at once. So let me go. I need to know who I am to myself, and where I'm really going. I'm searching, shadeing the land, trying to cover my bloody hands. I'll make my final stand, one day all alone, in the cold, you want a name in stone. Yes, it shall be written it shall be so. Reap what you sow, hold all you know, grip the scales of just because he on pale horse is coming home. |
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I can't even get it right. *puts mask back on* Fuck it. [ View Genocide Reaper's Profile ] [ Go to the Poetry Portal ] This Poem has been viewed 393 times The Author of this poem has disabled comments
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