
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
THE WORLD AROUND ME!!

why its always me
why its always me
who feels for the world
with heart full of bold
the happenings of the world i hate
i always think this as worlds fate
i hate the wars that are fought
and i fear the good wil be caught........................
Screams slowly disperse as the music crowds over my ears,
Feeling numbness as my hysteria produces flooding tears,
A total emptiness poisoning my very soul,
It’s my fault this all happened, take me whole,
Please let me fade away,
Please let me fade away…
!!ME!!
My heart aches,
My wounds bleed,
My love is lost,
My life has fallen before me,
My tears have dried up,
My fears have gone away,
My reflection is blackened,
My problems are stained,
My pain owes me cures,
My problems owe me closure,
My life owes me death,
My death owes me comfort,
My heart gives me pain,
My life gives me confusion,
My thoughts give me actions,
My being is an illusion,
My cries are all done,
My emotions are all of rid,
My whole life is ruined,
My life has wasted.
My love is lost,
My life has fallen before me,
My tears have dried up,
My fears have gone away,
My reflection is blackened,
My problems are stained,
My pain owes me cures,
My problems owe me closure,
My life owes me death,
My death owes me comfort,
My heart gives me pain,
My life gives me confusion,
My thoughts give me actions,
My being is an illusion,
My cries are all done,
My emotions are all of rid,
My whole life is ruined,
My life has wasted.
WHO AM I??

Who are you,
But a lifeless figure behind a glass,
A distant figure from my past,
Who are you?
Who are you,
With the inverted smile,
Kept behind a deadly vile,
Who are you?
Who are you,
With a two-sided face,
Always falling out of place,
Who are you?
Who are you,
Always going insane,
Cutting to increase the pain,
Who are you?
Who are you,
But a retched fool,
Drowning in life’s shallow pool,
Who are you?
Am I dependable?
Am I valuable?
Am I the devil?
Bringing bad luck and evil.
Into the lives of innocent others
And future mothers.
Drinking to death,
Quoting phrases of MacBeth.
Am I wild and out of control?
Everyone is out on patrol.
I thrive on innocence
Of others lives and prurience.
Am I really the joy of life?
No, I am the ruiner of life.
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