I have been in the company of fear, felt my loneliness of tears, and it kind of feels like searching for something you've already found, like a peasant wearing a golden crown......there's no answer. It's a feeling of insane joy, almost as if your life resembles a toy. Believing in heaven but not hell is like believing in good but not evil, like wanting motion when everything's still. Creative imagination has softly kissed me apart, and i've been fucked over by the coldness of a human heart. This whole everything is kind of weird, like searching for light in pitch dark, it just shouldn't happen, like guns in a park. My feet so cold, my head so hot, I don't know what i am, but i know everything i'm not. I hated life so much, it seemed loud enough to wake the dead, and deep enough to think your head. My life feels cold and nearly soundless, yet the noise uproaring in my head seems boundless. I hated everything so much, everybody that's glanced at me was negatively touched in the darkest spirits of their souls, they want me away and such. In my stomache it feels sick, my happiness filled with gloom, i feel like i'm falling up, up the hole towards doom. My head's so cloudy. With death I'm confused, it's like running away from hell in some one else's shoes, running away from hoping to die. Like not telling the truth when there is no lie......like running from the sky. I took hating to the next step up, I took my whole life and drank it down with a styrofoam cup. I took evil to the next level, because of this everyone is afraid of me.......even the devil. The brightest day could be filled with the most darkness like the dullest knife could be filled with sharpness
Reason for writing:
this poem in no way makes sense, some parts its written in first person, or second person, or third person.......i think, haha. i don't know. but DAMN that poem's a thinker
Birth sign: Gemini
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