I am nothing.
Nothing but a walking bag of fat and bones.
I am worthless before the moon and stars.
I am but a night terror.
Unwanted, feared, and hated.
I have strewn my very last hopes among the rocky waters of pity.
Nothing can comfort me, when comfort in itself does not heal.
I have sliced open every last vein but I still bleed.
A never ending river of loss.
When will time let me leave?
Can I not just smile with meaning,
or dance among the flowers of blissful paradise.
Why must I stand here behind this unforgiving wall of ice,
and be forced to watch the sun rise and fall
unable to feel it's warmth?
I drip blood yet shed no tears.
© 2010
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
God Loves Everyone.
Heaven help the wounded men,
the rapists, the killers, and adulterers.
Give mercy to those less fortunate.
Hell, it's not their fault they do those things.
They just made mistakes.
God loves everyone after all...
© 2010
the rapists, the killers, and adulterers.
Give mercy to those less fortunate.
Hell, it's not their fault they do those things.
They just made mistakes.
God loves everyone after all...
© 2010
Saturday, March 5, 2011
There Are Wolves in the Shadows.
There are wolves in the shadows.
If you are not careful, they'll catch you.
They'll rip out your soul and sing a song to the darkness.
An eternal sonata of lament and misfortune.
They will bring about destruction in your world.
They'll feed on your stolen innocence until you are nothing but a shell,
a shell of the something you once were.
There are wolves in the shadows.
Stay close to the meadows and you should be just fine.
Do not watch them.
Do not listen to them.
Their mouths reek of stagnant lies and twisted fables.
There are wolves in the shadows.
And once they touch you,
you will be forever tainted.
Forever in ruin.
©2011
If you are not careful, they'll catch you.
They'll rip out your soul and sing a song to the darkness.
An eternal sonata of lament and misfortune.
They will bring about destruction in your world.
They'll feed on your stolen innocence until you are nothing but a shell,
a shell of the something you once were.
There are wolves in the shadows.
Stay close to the meadows and you should be just fine.
Do not watch them.
Do not listen to them.
Their mouths reek of stagnant lies and twisted fables.
There are wolves in the shadows.
And once they touch you,
you will be forever tainted.
Forever in ruin.
©2011
Confusion
In my mind, I will never be acceptable.
There is no warmth in a place such as this.
Is it too cliche so say my mind is a prison?
I don't really know how to explain exactly how or what I feel.
I'm not sad all the time or suicidal.
Not like then, no. I feel different.
I sometimes wish I could feel just like I did back then because it would be familiar.
Something I know, something I can get used to again.
Now I feel high some days low others.
I feel scattered, and unorganized.
I want to cut and I want to cry
but something is stopping me,
holding me back from a quick fix.
Now I smoke weed, or drink, or sleep.
If i have to choose between this and the old me,
can I have her back?
There is no warmth in a place such as this.
Is it too cliche so say my mind is a prison?
I don't really know how to explain exactly how or what I feel.
I'm not sad all the time or suicidal.
Not like then, no. I feel different.
I sometimes wish I could feel just like I did back then because it would be familiar.
Something I know, something I can get used to again.
Now I feel high some days low others.
I feel scattered, and unorganized.
I want to cut and I want to cry
but something is stopping me,
holding me back from a quick fix.
Now I smoke weed, or drink, or sleep.
If i have to choose between this and the old me,
can I have her back?
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