Feelings
miskin
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the sullen dam of my mind
which only i can see
harbours the shady, self imposed
malevolence and malice of my agression
of which i dare call life.
my funeral has passed, i am
a casualty of my own desire
and hatred for others
has dark fatalities
for me there is no end
I live to torment myself
the transparent dessension is apparent,
i see nothing
only pitch black moods
that swing me in any direction
i might go, all i see,
is that imcompatible charm,
that lust for resentment,
don't try to understand me.
for me there is no help.
i wrote this when suicidal/stoned
which only i can see
harbours the shady, self imposed
malevolence and malice of my agression
of which i dare call life.
my funeral has passed, i am
a casualty of my own desire
and hatred for others
has dark fatalities
for me there is no end
I live to torment myself
the transparent dessension is apparent,
i see nothing
only pitch black moods
that swing me in any direction
i might go, all i see,
is that imcompatible charm,
that lust for resentment,
don't try to understand me.
for me there is no help.
i wrote this when suicidal/stoned
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but an overdose sounded just right.
Luckily someone was watching over me,
and influenced me to take a nap.
I would have missed this perfect Christmas.
I would have missed joy.
I only had to make it through adolescence
and get my mind on the road.
To this day I say "thanks" to an empty room,
and when songs remind me of that day
I turn the volume very low
or sing at the top of my lungs.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost