| Death of a human The words you spoke, Are meaningless to you, Yet not to me. You're playing with my mind, my soul, Forming tormented tears, On a tortured heart. The words you speak, Have no meaning to you, For your heart is cold. Shivers running down my spine, Evoking the long lost Anger, Waiting for her call. It was you who called, Not me, I cannot send her back. Tormented souls, Are lined upon your shelf, Giving you your "Power." But oh you are so wrong, Power isn't anything, Without a caring soul. Your soul has died, And thanks to you, So have I. C.W.O. November 16, 2000 |
| View Shadows are overwhelming, The stages of my life. No ray of light, Peers through Darkness. Solid is your view, It cannot melt. The sun is shinning, But not on me. Rain solely falls, Down on me. The steady rhythm, From the door across. Creates consolling fairness, As you stopped my life. C.W.O. November 16, 2000 |
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| The longer I sit around the table The more I start to realize that nobody Indisputably understands what life is really like for me The way I perceive things so erroneously Is something they would never be able to descry The days of joy and happiness I don't seem to know nor can I recall For I have never seen them The glares burning my heart to ashes Thrown around the world of sorrow I want a smile I need a smile But you have taken it away Away into a world of benightedness Not considering your own listlessness You took to drastic measures I hear the words you say you never said I know the thoughts you think you claim you never thought You are a shadow without flesh You are the wind on a quiescent day You say you are there but nobody can see nor hear you Not one can even evoke A long lost memory Of ever having touched or heard you For you aren't real You only believe that you are An illusion tormentiously Irrationally Killing your victims Heart Soul Life For you are Danger Lurking behind the wall of freedom You are Deception Hidden beneath the mask of sincerity You are Depression Concealed by mirth You are D�nouement Ending at the start You are Duress Overlaid by honesty You are who you are But not me C.W.O. December 17th 2000 |
| Compulsion Standing there so still, As the water pours down on me. For an instant I am happy, I feel safe. As the water stops, My life seems close to ending. An overwhelming obsession, Takes over my soul, my body. My mind occupied, Yet I do not know with what. The people walking by, Staring at me without emotion. I�m a freak, a failure, I do not belong on this earth. The compulsion attacks without mercy, As yet again the water pours down my face. C.W.O. June 20th 1999 |