Poems
This Part of my site is about all the poems i have wronte in my teenage life hope u like
The Abiss
In to the world. I stare wondering what is next into the world of pain and sorrow. I stair wondering what is next death, life or even nothing ness but what ever comes next if for fate to decide for if it is death I will gladly embrace it. For there is nothing to live for in life and if it is nothing ness you are not really reading this for you don?t exist and so I end my sorrow *shots Ring out* I fall to the ground dead and happy.
The Beast Within
The sorrow the pain of death seems so embracing to me right now that It is holding my heart in it hands crushing it and killing me and look as it does not care I stair into Its diamond eyes it laughs and squeezes it tighter and tighter the blood poors onto the floor my blood the blood of the fallen the blood of centuries wasted because that heart it hold is will be distorted for it has not soul no compassion for who it kill in cold blood as I yell in pain I forget about the pain it has caused me I take the knife I wield in my hand and lunge it in to me hope for a swift death but knowing all that I know this knife I wield is better then it crushing my heart and it forever being distorted and the blood of the Ages poors on to the ground I fall a slain body and I no longer exist
For after all this. I was distorted when it touched my heart.
The Deamon within
As flesh is torn from my body as I lay there thinking of what other demon could come form hell and torture me for I do not feel them clawing, clawing from the dark recesses of my soul but I try to fight them I feel my efforts are in vane I can feel them under my skin breaking lose as my flesh tears I think to my self why are they keeping me alive me is it not enough that they are ripping my heart apart I can feel them peering through my eyes then I truly see what they are behind the mask it me I am that demon cutting through my flesh I am that demon peering through my eyes but yet I don?t see how I become the demon knowing that I done nothing but good all my life and me becoming that demon will remain the biggest puzzle of them all The puzzle of life
These are my works of art as i call them i would really appricate u not stealing them they are copy righted so thank u
As flesh is torn from my body as I lay there thinking of what other demon could come form hell and torture me for I do not feel them clawing, clawing from the dark recesses of my soul but I try to fight them I feel my efforts are in vane I can feel them under my skin breaking lose as my flesh tears I think to my self why are they keeping me alive me is it not enough that they are ripping my heart apart I can feel them peering through my eyes then I truly see what they are behind the mask it me I am that demon cutting through my flesh I am that demon peering through my eyes but yet I don?t see how I become the demon knowing that I done nothing but good all my life and me becoming that demon will remain the biggest puzzle of them all The puzzle of life
These are my works of art as i call them i would really appricate u not stealing them they are copy righted so thank u
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