Dead
Feel unhappy inside and don't know why,
feels like something as died inside,
slowly creeping through the veins and into the brain,
and though inside these words feel like knives,
twisted into your soul but inside your heart is cold,
for you can be bold but your heart will remain cold,
hateful to a friend of old.
Feel inside that you are fake,
pray your soul for God to take,
oh please Lord let me in though The Pearlie gates,
a razor blade your only friend,
the wish upon it your life to end,
as you lay and wish the pain away,
slowly start to fade away,
laying down as you bleed,
on hatred you doth feed,
look down upon your feet of which you can't see,
for your eyes have gone all blurry,
for this is it your last defeat,
to the Lord now you only speak
For Luke My Rockstar
By Dookz IsMe
Howls Of the Night
As I lay upon my bed of stone,
Awaiting the deafening drone.
It slowly drives me insane,
In my now twisted brain.
For in the night fears take flight,
Oh the haunting howls of the night.
It all begins when time is still,
The screams as they kill.
Blood curdling, stomach turning,
While a fever I am burning.
Silence a moment while I wait,
As darkness creeps over me.
I awake to find it's morning,
Did the howls come calling?
All this just as day is dawning,
Out of bed and by the door,
Pile of clothes lay ripped and torn,
For in the night a devil was born.
Anon- For my life has left me nameless but not shameless
I remember the day I wrote this...I lay there on my floor while my friends slept on my bed...
what went through my head was all these thought about how people had begun to use me...
I wish I had listen to them earlier...maybe then I would not being in the position I am...alas this is the way things were meant to be...
COMMENTS
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HunterAja
03:34 May 02 2008
Very powerful