

Dang these stupid titles....neInfernal Damnation Subduded survival This is not the life for me I need something else I couldn/'t tell you what but i need it A hole rots inside me and crushes my will My will to obey My will to succeed My will to live All of this and more feels the pressure of this oppressive and overpowring void Eating me whole this corruption doesnt stop It effects me anywhere and everywhere I have tried to fill it but its like throwing nerfballs at a brick wall Ive got to find myself Something that will keep me goingDang these stupid titles....ne


Cant Think Of a TitleA poet drowning in life everyday life suffocates him uninterested and unwilling the world turns form him alone and deafeated he continues his work It's all he has save the virtual world dragging on he plays with ideas ideas on life, love, and detah What does it all mena? Does it really exist? Why shouldn't i embrace it? Daily he asks and all that can be heard are echos inside his head His head wnaders aimlessly with a thrist for knowledge he pursues Not conventional knowledge though he seeks the knwoledge of life It's attitude, unCant Think Of a Title


Mistress DeathMistress Death Ive been seeking you're deadly kiss I've brushed aginst them and bit them tenderly But not once recieved the gift Playing with you for yearsMistress Death
I've done all but kiss I've held you dearly brushed my lips aginst your neck I've felt your curves And almost seduced you Yet you still contain that kiss Why won't you let me feel That sweet kiss of death
I've yearned that kiss since I met you I've wanted it all to end yet you make it continue That sweet kiss, all it takes is one And im concious of what the kiss entails  


Tears of bloodTears of blood streaming down her face a steady crimson stream with no seeming end she cries for us all in pain and suffering the tears she sheds are nothing though compared to the pain she endures there is no bruises or lasiarations from which any pain would condensate with the exception of her eyes this daily pain she suffers is unrelenting, unmerciful, and unending for every tear the pain intensifes for every pain she sheds another tear pain is all she knows and you may rmeber her she is a little girl no more than eight with bloodsoaked clothingTears of blood
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~life is sucking the marrow out of me
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