Wednesday, December 13, 2006
poem. help me think of a name fer dis one.
It hurts to think
It hurts to move
The pain,
So intense in it's sadism
Burning a hole through me.
The thoughtless strut their stuff
Earning my hate and enmity
Why are they so blind
To the pain that they cause?
False-friend, Lover and Fool
God's plague on Man
I want to be hollow
Rotten to the core
Then i won't hurt anymore
Amputate that part of me
So i won't feel.
The hate and anger flowing through my veins
Causing endless mayhem and disorder
Will bleed anew through
Old wounds.
In these failed endeavours
Showcasing my stupidity and weakness
I have shamed myself
Tripping all the way
As i dance with angels.
this might be a bit mixed up so yea.. a poem is strictly due to the writer's mood so i'm not in a very good mood la. hope u can still see sum ting in it.
7:05 AM
