Alone, Searching, Find me in the darkness
Touch me, heal me
Make me have breath
Breathe, feel alive again!
Set free my tormented soul
Temptations sway my vision
Show me truth, not lies
I want to see reality
Truth, why, justice?
Lies, Mother fucking whore!!!
Your face is full of deceit
But I keep coming back for more,
More, more, coming back for more.
Kill the pain, kill the pain
You, yes you, you’re my drug
I hate you go away
But no you can’t
I need you.
Caged in torment, I’m you’re
Slave you’re whore!!!
Fuck me, Use me, Abuse me
That’s all you ever do
I hate you, I hate you
I HATE YOU!!!
Take me, break me,
Throw me away
I am you’re nothing
My precious.
Touch me, feel me,
Heal me, Falling
D
O
W
N
Darkness
Black
Nothingness
I have come undone.
September/05














Comments
the blaming the self-imposed pity
good work
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" and what is life but endless lies and saints the greatest of inventors, and what are we but dreams of immortal sleepers" - Anthony Shriek
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If you are a prisoner... Let the music take you... If you are a prisoner... Let the music set you free...
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" and what is life but endless lies and saints the greatest of inventors, and what are we but dreams of immortal sleepers" - Anthony Shriek
I wish he'd get some sort of organization in here, free-verse has to be well-revised: poetry is the best selection and arrangement of words, especially so in free-verse. You know, so its not just a journal in stanza's; make it into art!
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If you are a prisoner... Let the music take you... If you are a prisoner... Let the music set you free...
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There IS no city of God, only the intervals...
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