i was torn under morbid thunder, psycho ridden world under stars. silver infections of screaming slaves, clouds await the wrists that are scarred. a screaming salvation turning me blind, having a name that was never defined. having faith i never believed in, full of swinging hate within. disturbance arrives at my door, feeding the guilt more and more, rotting life to the core. surviving nothingness, to the things you bring, bringing hate to all living things. a flavor of death, it's bitter-sweet, a pungent smell so discrete, making a god so obsolete. letter's written, never sent. and this pain won't descend. my ripped heart you cannot mend. tell me when our world will end. the pain, it aches the beating of my heart watching our lives fall apart. days go by and nights drift past, how much more can i take. how much longer will i last?
Reason for writing:
i wrote this poem for those who view life in a different way..as i do...they see things differently from other more "normal" people....
Birth sign: Aquarius
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