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 Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 10:51 am
I'm going to post my poetry here...~~~~~~~~~`
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 10:53 am
Black Rebirth
Welcome to my dark rebirth
A new outlook on death
Another knife in my girth
Another dying breath...
Can you see my soul black
Cast in shadow,
The facade begins to crack,
Death's virgin widow,
A dark rebirth,
A final curse,
Goodbye mother,
Hello hell.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 10:55 am
Again
You killed me again...
Another knife in my side
All my dignity...
Destroyed.
Shattered by your screams!
All your Fault.
Again.
Who do you do this?
You claim to love me
Why are you trying to kill me?
Get me to dig my grave?
I Blame you.
Again.
I want to leave,
Even if it means death...
I die again,
Again and again...
Goodbye.
Mom & Dad,
Hope you go bunny yourselves,
and celebrate...
As soon as I leave...
Walk out that door.
Again...
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 10:57 am
Do I?
One soul...
Glimmering like a tiny candle's flame
In an Oblivion of shadows
Lost and forgotten
Dare I?
Dare I let their darkness consume me?
In one Fatal bite...
A siren's song beckons me
Once more...
To puncture with the kiss
Of one razor-sharp entity
Demanding for death's release
Do I give in?
Do I give up?
Do I let the razor kiss my flesh and lap at my blood
Once more...
I do not know.
I never know.
My ignorance is killing me.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 10:58 am
I am Dead.
I am Dead...
A simple truth
Dead inside...
Yet, the body...
Still animated
Moving...
A black heart still beats...
A dark shadow perched on her shoulder
The spirit of Death...
Listen to the bell,
Chocked around his neck...
For whom does the bell toll?
For I?
For the shadows that follow me?
Why do they follow Death?
They have no eyes to see me...
Do I even exist?
Or am I just another Shadow?
With death on my shoulder...
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:00 am
Trapped.
Trapped inside
My shell..
My shadows,
Frail spun into thread.
Changing....
Metamorphosis.
When I break free
From this tiny Enclave Prison..
What will I be?
A demon drenched in blood and death?
or
An angel, a girl, in ripped silken cloth...
I'll never know what I will become,
It's to late for me.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:01 am
Cast Away.
Cast away....
The leper amongst Royalty,
The pigeon amongst the Doves...
Hated. Ignored. Feared.
I look away,
Hide my tear-stained eyes...
Lest you gouge them out
Dislike. Diseased. Poisoned.
Why am I drawn
To those who cast me away?
I do not belong here
My wrists are bleeding again...
Did they do this to me?
Did they hand me the razor
and tell me to slice?
As a final attempt to drive me away?
The Cemetery...
Only a short walk away
So close and yet so far
Will they bury me as I fall?
Will I get there before the blood runs out?
Or will they leave my corpse to rot and feed the Earth?
They can't even see me....
So blind...
Am I already dead?
A Phantom...
When did I die?
So young and yet,
and Old cripple within...
Driven to the Arctic chill in my soul,
Pure Insanity..
Bloody from all the battles I fought
Each one lost worse than before...
Oozing soars of Leprosy...
Can I die now?
End the Pain...
Would you be so kind?
End this misery you put me in?
Do not fear what the others say..
No one will ever know,
You kill me here,
and I promise I won't scream...
End it all.
No blood left to bleed,
Cut out my heart,
Before it's to late.
Now I can finally sleep
Death...
A blessing
I'll cry no more tears of Blood in my restless slumber..
Scared with the nightmares,
Covered in Blood where I cut myself in my dreams,
From the Demons that haunt me,
From You.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:02 am
Isolation.
If I spend eternity in Isolation,
Will They notice?
Even if I never speak...
Will silence save me,
Or be my damnation?
If I leave now and run,
Will see me?
Will they hear the steady pounding of my feet and my heart
As I run like a bat out of Hell
Before the ice kills me
Will they even care?
Isolated in the crowd,
Should I be afraid
That they'll give me the blind eye
Like I'm invisible and Silent...
I know I don't belong,
You don't have to say anything
None of you...
Don't speak...
I'm already gone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:04 am
Ode to Poets
A Poet...?
Poets are forever dancing on the edge of reality,
Forever craving what they want
And do not see what they have,
Of course you want me back,
Even though i am already yours
Disappearing between your reality
My reality,
And the one we share...
Poets are mysterious creatures
Aren't we?
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:05 am
Fears.
In the moonlight's veiled illusion
The poisoned shadows grow...
and consume the mortal soul
devoid of innocence...
And rejected from salvation
But damned...
Damned to the fiery hells of Tartarus...
With no hope...
No chance,
Of being saved
From the avenging Furies
And their bloodied whips....
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:06 am
Love's Destruction
Such a strange curse
Placed upon me....
It was you.
You damned me,
You loved me...
Meeting in Hell
Surrounded by demons
You fell in love....
You stole from me
To speak to me,
Not very romantic...
But then I couldn't see,
Your true form....
Still you didn't steal my heart
It was something I wouldn't give...
You followed me in shadows
Hidden...
I saw you every time.
No longer was I completely blind,
You were in love.
You grabbed my hand
Afraid to dance
But still holding tight,
Why didn't I feel the pain?
I fell in love,
You dragged me away to Hell
Again.
You bound my throat with silver chains
To strangle the life out of me.
In your dreams,
My nightmares...
You told me tales
Stories of your life,
Because of you
I loved...
I laughed...
I cried....
I thought....
and I died...
You destroyed me,
and you wondered why my spirit is spiteful.
Sometimes I wonder too...
Why?
Why I said the things I said
Why I did the things that I did
Why I fell in love with you,
and you were just....
There....
Watching...
Waiting...
Hiding...
Thinking...
And I was just there creating
Bad Karma.
And I never saw it.
Maybe I'm still blind...
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:08 am
Trapped on the Enclave.
You look into my ink black eyes....
Angry,
So am I...
"Why do you isolate yourself?
You live in your own little world"
I never choose it
I didn't ask
I didn't want
To live in this box,
These four walls I call home...
The Enclave
You put me in.
You don't see I'm trapped here,
You forced me in
And tell me to leave
When you know I can't.
I stand in attention,
A good little soldier.
You yell.
I stop listening.
I know it's the same thing as last time.
You want answers for things
I can't explain.
You want me to leave
Where I belong.
Get a grip, Dad.
I never wanted this,
You did.
And now that you have what you want,
And it's not good enough for you, is it?
So stop screaming,
You never understood
You never will...
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:09 am
Death's Dance.
The wind whispers and I shudder
As I walk through the willows
Darkness enfolds around me,
But I am the only one who weeps..
Death sets aside his scythe
He offers me his hand of bone
Asking that I join him...
Join him where?
He demands I do his bidding
I fear this may be my end
If I do not submit..
A stranger master
I will never find...
Offering his hand
He asks for a dance...
A dance of death?
The Tango...
Between Life and Death,
The fast paced tangle
In the web of Life and Lies
Utter demise...
Oh jealous Fates...
You cut my thread..
I sink to the ground covered in blood,
Finally you end my life
Thank You.....
Because of you I'm finally free
Of this slavery...
And Death's dance...
It's over.....
It's finally over.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:11 am
Butterfly Wings
Such fragile
Crystalline beauty
Distorted
Contaminated
More and more
With each passing year
No end.
No hope.
Black and broken
New wings emerge
Once purest white
Now ashy black
Once innocent,
Now yearning for death...
Such a terrible fate
Is that of the mortal soul.
Lying beaten and deserted...
We lie here dead and wingless
Butterflies..
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:13 am
Can't Call It Suicide.
You're doing it again
Don't you know
I'm dying again
Look at her...
I open my mouth
To protest your Tyrant's Rage
Only to fall to the ground,
Choking on your miasma
She can't breath!
I lie here bruised
And beaten...
Gasping for air as you
Crush my throat
Under your unrelenting heel.
She died here
At least they can't
Can't call it Suicide.
Because of you...
They'll whisper at your grave...
Murdurer....
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