Rage courses through me
And vibrates off of me.
Anger burns away my fears
And boils up my tears.
Defiance is my motto, my standard
Upon my tombstone is should be hammered
Love is the graveyard of my soul
Nothing left inside me but a gaping black hole.
Home is where the heart is… no more
My heart is gone, torn out by a whore.
Fucked up, angry and alone that is my home
Crushed to dust, ground to nothing with a stone.
Never to know love, know joy, know peace
Only to writhe in the belly of the beast.
Waiting for the last day to come
For my judgment to be pronounced and the silence to hum.
By, CaCee Walsh
Copyright © 2008 CaCee Walsh. All rights reservered.
COMMENTS
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vampchica4
00:27 Feb 25 2009
That deserves a Wow with a capitol W!!!!
twoforme
04:15 Feb 26 2009
What can I say CaCee but totally excellent. You do great work and I think you should get your poems published. And when you do let me know and I will get the book and then have you sign it.
NocturnalMistress
19:35 Feb 26 2009
Your poetry is as wonderful as always dear,
but is everything okay?
Shoot me a message if you want to talk about it.
xxxxHUGSxxxx
Keri-Anne