graves at my
command
have waked their
sleepers,
oped and let 'em
forth
by my so potent
art
~the
tempest~
-shakespeare
all poetry by me unless
otherwise noted.
"hunger"
Blood drains
from my veins
my body shivers
with fear
life is slowly
sucked from me
from my eyes
fall thousands of tears
i've entered
into a world
overcome with
evil and pain
i am my own
master
my life is no
longer the same
a hunger comes
over me
i thirst
for something more
this feeling is
so unbearable
i can no longer
endure
so now i am
hunting
looking for a
fresh kill
i will stop at
nothing
until this void
is filled
i want someone
innocent
i want something
fresh
something bloody
and terrified
with bits and
pieces of flesh
in my hand i
hold a dagger
in my mouth i
taste death
i am now on my
way home
with the smell
of blood on my breath.
by: venomous
arachnid
"Now"
a world with no
sorrow
a world full of
pain
there is no
resistance
no remorse or
shame
with doubts
about origin
i wonder,
where it was
from that i came.
the sky is
called heaven,
but
all i see is darkness and dust.
all around me
are
people filled
with evil and lust
sins belonging
to mothers, and fathers,
and "perfect"
children too.
never caring for
others,
or the many
harmless dragons that they slew.
futures unknown,
with certain death.
tomorrow could
be the end,
i could take my
last breath.
how many would
stand by me,
in my time of
need?
or how many
times have i been deceived?
there are not
many answers, only a few.
soon it's all
over, and everything begins
again and starts
over new.
"my life"
is there ever a
end?
will it ever be
through?
can i ever keep
from being compared
to the son that
she once knew?
my blood is all
wrong,
i am always
told.
my mother was
crazy
and my brother
was lazy,
my father was a
drunk
but my cousins
are the best,
they quest for
the perfection that she sees
i live in a
euphoric daze
i "hit back"
when my handsare blocking the blows
that she wants
me to receive
the blows that
are aimed at my face, but hit my heart
i pray to the
god i am told is the best
but this god
whom everyone knows
i think could
care less
he helps me
not
and takes my
closest friends
my brother
understood but now
he has been
silenced in a box of wood
there is no one
who sees my pain,
everyone i know
only lives in vain
all they ever do
is complain
instead of being
grateful that they don't live in this lie
they don't see
what's behind closed doors,
death is my
friend,
he could make it
all end
but i am a
coward, afraid of what death might really mend
if i left this
house, where would i go?
but i'm afraid
if i stay much longer
my spirit might
be broken then,
i would be just
another token
being pushed
inside the machine
i've started to
tremble and started to shake
now my
head is beginning to quake
my tears are
turning black and slowly they are getting dry
i sit in the
darkness that i know all to well,
thinking, maybe
i've already gone to hell
i am afraid to
trust,
there are to
many lies
i lust for only
one to be by my side
my thoughts are
sins but no one is perfect
if i left i'd be
happy there would be no more pain,
but if i left my
life would never be the same
i have dreams i
have dreamt since i was a child,
i'm afraid if i
left they may never be reconciled
so i'll stay two
more years and endure the pain
then maybe in
the future,
i to can live
shielded in vain
now may be my
punishment, god may have seen my future and decided that i should be
punished early. what if this is hell. i would never know
because it would just be more of the punishment. i must be
hated by someone, despised, and now tortured. it seems like to
most i am loved and to those that are supposed to love me more than
most, i am hated. although this fact is denied, i think that it
is true. if it's not, then tell me the answer please.
right now, you are confused, which is what i want. i want you
to feel how i feel. feel my confusion, and
misunderstanding. you just like everyone, will not and can
never understand you may think you do, but you don't. i have
thought that perhaps some people did, because through words they
seemed to, but actions proved otherwise. the fact is that until
you hear what i've heard, and see what i've seen you never
will. if you understand t his at all...then...maybe i'm wrong,
maybe there is someone. if you are utterly perplexed by the
point of this, then, now you understand don't you? something to
think about...i don't always come right out and say it, but read
carefully and if you see what i've done, then yes you DO understand,
please write
me and tell me
if you find that you do.
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roses...among other things :)
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