| Poems songs and parodies. |
| The blood runs deep The pain eternal The sadness never stops How can this be called living ? The darkness echoes Nobody calls back The shouting grows louder Inside my head This grief i feel for a failing life Is tearing me apart No light at the end of my tunnel No antiseptic for the wounds Time hounered way of living One day it'll all be gone Till then i'll bide my time And sit here in the shadows I look into your eyes And all i see is death Never ending tunnels of darkness, pain & tears Why'd you have to drag it out to fill so many years? |
| The blood runs deep |
| Just when i needed you You ran away from me You said that you were hurting And needed to be free Well what about what i need And all the tears i've cried I'm guessing i mean nothing You just took me for a ride All those times i sat with you And watched you fall asleep It was all a waste of life my dear Did you want me to keep You safe and warm forever more Or until you decide to go I'm not some stupid kid You can just toss around I wont be treated like shit again Your not in control So when you need a helping hand I'll turn my back on you Like you did to me All those years ago. |
| Waste of Life |
| Pain drips out of every blood soaked vein Hurt trickles out of my heart Betrayal leaks from my lungs Torment ties me to my mind Love lies broken in the ash Trust burns by my feet Longing flew away this morning Happiness is dying beside me You are standing tall and powerful While I lie week and feeble Your in control While i suffer in silence No chilling screams pierce the air No profanities wisper from my lips No apologizes are exchanged No forgiveness shall pass between |
| Broken in the ash |
| Soon the moon will rises again, Bringing with it darkness and shadows, Sliding on the ground below The serpent starts to move He lifts his head and tastes the air The scent of innocence is pure He spots the tree the fruit it bears glows bright Cunning and wicked full of sin He shimmies up to his victim His voice full of wisdom Eat my dear it tastes just fine The warning doesn't mean a thing It wont hurt you how could it Her innocence is her downfall She's tempted she takes, she eats The crash of thunder, the lighting strikes The snakes eyes glint She drops to the ground What has she done It all ends soon |
| Soon |
| These are the first four poems i have written since Saturday the 19th of July. That day was a living hell for me, i hope to never repeat it. Read absorb remember |