once again...more poems
[Pages for the Dead]
copyright 2006

  

Escape

I'm so sick of it all.
Tired from the fall.
All the hate and misery.
The fate i can't see.
The unknown trials so tough.
Won't it ever be enough?
The tears i've shed.
The blood i've bled.
I don't wish to die.
Nay, i wish to fly.
To get away from everyday.
I've traded nothing.
To recieve something.
Wings of strife.
That bring me life.
I'm finally free.
Can't you see?

Don't get close to me

Don't get close to me
Stay away
Don't get close to me
Or you'll pay

With your life
you'll pay
With your life
you'll regret the day

You got close to me
Now you're slayed
Because you got close to me
Fate made you pay....

Worthless

Darkness, me
Alone and worthlessly
Thrown away by all
Left to fall
And not stop
Until I fully drop
Till the pain is gone
And misery went along
With it into the abyss
Me into the non-bliss
Just death and despair
Torture everywhere
I’m not worth it I guess
I fucked up the rest
They call it living
Me it’s unforgiving
Gone forever lost
Not worth the cost
Needless to say
I no longer see day

Independence Days

Lights, lights everywhere
But what are we cheering for?
The freedom of a nation?
That damned declaration?
What about all those deaths we caused?
Is it the pain, misery, and suffering we applaud?
The triumph of all those wars?
All that blood, fire, and gore?
Millions across the U.S. of A.
Put on huge, extravagant displays.
And millions continue to celebrate
Not truly realizing all the torment and hate
We inflict upon so many every day
So this is what i have to say:
Put down your matches, lighters, and fireworks
And just let go, let loose the waterworks
And take a day-long moment of silence
For all of those affected by our violence
Stop fucking cheering
And start motherfucking tearing
Even if it's only for a day, just care!
Not caring about all of those lost because of our stupid mistakes just isn't fair!

A Tribute to Blood

The feeling of a razor is second to one.
But the feeling of blood is second to none.

Blood is life.
Blood is strife.
Nothing else matters.
But those little crimson splatters.
There is no more soothing a sound.
Then that of blood dripping to the ground.
Blood is all that ties us to.
This foolish world of fools.
Blood is the most beautiful shade of red.
And without that color we are dead.

Nighttime

A most seductive time of all-consuming shadows.
Darkness, silent, yet thriving with the unknown.
Pleasure and hatred are the actors, night is the stage.
It contains the worst horrors, but the most romantic of moments.
The moon comes out, or doesn't, its beauty lights up all things, or doesn't.
The night is home to many and feared by day.
It is truly a wonderous time to feast upon the corpse of corruption.

Duo-suicide

Depressed beyond life
Depressed beyond death
It won’t end until
I take my very last breath
Wish I was alive
Wish I was dead
But most of all
I wish it was just in my head
But in my heart of hearts
I know it’s not
And in my soul of souls
I know that I’ll only rot
All I have left is love
I hate this existence called life
Because she died last night
And she used my knife
So now I die with her
Our blood mixes, makes a little pool
I loved her so much
But I guess I was the fool
She killed herself last night
And now two corpses lie on the ground
All alone, cold, and dead
We are never found…

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