All the suffering
depicted in my lies
walking down the path
of my own denial1
Scrapping in the barrel
the sound of my gun
in desperate darkness
Toiling inside for fun2
Numbing into nothing
a slave to repetition
drowning in exhaustion
for a bitter conclusion3
A Supplement drug
placebo strikes me down
falling victim once again
to hand that frowned4
Remorse is a feeling
while stripping me apart
road blocks in my vision
devotion that cannot part5
Disown the sensations
detach from the void
filing the emptiness
a hell that won't be destroyed6
One last cliff hanging word
a plot for devious diversions
cheating chances once more
Hungry for my perversion7
All the suffering
Bury it like a corpse
Slavery into temptation
Never to have felt remorse8
Scrapping in the barrel
the sound of heavy lungs
in desperate forgiveness
I forgive my chosen one
Author notes
I wrote this because I had a fair idea in my head what I wanted to write about.
I think it all collaborates together well.
I am not sure about the flow.
Though it is not meant to flow blissfully.
It needed so rough expression.
Blair
In a list
Honestly Please
Comments
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Theres a part that doesnt make much sense.. it floats away from the topis, but besides that, it seems like eveything else goes together pretty well.
"hungry for my perversion" sounds like a horny type thing x.x lol
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really well written...you write poetry as well as stories...very strong, yet very sad...may your muse never die...only become happy...
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Stealing your comment virginity. I could not help myself here ^^
The flow was a lil choppy, especially in one certain spot where you kind of break away from making sense but take it up again, and also when you ryhme little segments then stop.
Apart from all of that, I rather liked this peice.
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