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Taste It
written by Morbid Angel11:37 AM 12/20/04| This world keeps turning and I slowly become more crazy, waiting for it to stop 'cause I'm getting too dizzy. Give me a break to stop and think about my mistakes before I make them, grasping onto my dreams to try to protect them and save them. Why don't you think about everything from me you take, my memories and my dreams before they all become erased. I've been between four walls for all this time, just sitting waiting for time to take flight. It never does 'cause only my heart is racing, in fear from all the battles I'm facing. I wonder if it'd be better if I was gone, even in death I'll keep singing my song, maybe get another chance to right the things I've done wrong. My words might come out but they don't exactly create, nothing nobody appreciates, I'll never be considered great. All for one embrace theres a price you have to pay, it always crumbles into nothing at the end of the day. My bones break to easily and crumbles from the weight, when I sum up I loose more then I gain. So drop the heavy metal from my shoulders, and these boulders, people keep on pushing me but I won't fall to these people rushing me, holding me, killing me, breaking me, forsaken me. So it's ok for you to hate me. So run loose, define the meaning of anarchy, but does it really matter? Not to me. This is the end of everything. Spend the next few minutes of my life reflecting. I'll patiently wait for my cue for the lights to focus on you, and spit in your face for all the smiles you ever take, kick you in the stomach because I blame you for my plummet. My fall into mud, trickling blood, landed with a sword in my back, life gone way too far off track. It's like a riddle but it's so much harder to face it, figure it out, the answer is so basic. Feel it, steel it, say it, taste it. This is the end of everything. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I don't know, it's just loads of words that don't even make sense. I'm trying to make something from nothing.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by maledeth (12-20-2004 - 12:10 PM)
| You made something much more out of this nothingness....wonderous how you can do that so affectionately. |
by BlOoDyHaNdS344 (12-20-2004 - 12:32 PM)
| i really admire your poem...i love ure views on evrything...it all makes perfect sense :) |
by Genocide Reaper (12-26-2004 - 09:59 PM)
| I loved these words thrown together. As you put it, but I see much more to it. |
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