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Published: 2005-07-15 21:22:10 +0000 UTC; Views: 100; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 1
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Wounds so profoundThey hurt no more
Scars are stars
Now proud to be…
What ?
A living armour
No heart just a soul so locked it ain’t exist
Except for myself
My beautiful selfish
Victory !
We finally bring victory
Over what ?
Hush… Hush…
OVER WHAT ?
We didn’t matter
Overdosed victory
Victorious for once
Over love
Over life
We killed
Now we burn and rape and pill
Still sunny why is it sunny ?
So nice to see you despise me
This is the way out of living
Death to the old
Death to you
Death to all that is not me
I can’t see myself
I feel, I think but what is me ?
What is it that drives me so sad ?
Is my inner dream being mad ?
What is me ?
What do you see ?
Please tell me who I am cause I don’t know
Insensitive to my own suffer,
I can’t see the scars on my arms yet I carved them
I turned deaf,
Deafened by my own yells
Yells of hate, gates of hell
I turned blind
Blinded by my own light
I’m paralyzed
Me killing I
I dissect myself
Analyzing life
Death is all I crave for now
Surviving another day by saying myself “this maybe the last”
And praying for it to be true
Insanity running through my veins
I can’t get rid of me
Suicide is forbidden
I’m no angel
I’ll never be
Angels are dead
I realized
God lied to me
That Holy Fucking Bastard lied to me
He gave me that fucking face everyone likes
He gave me a mind and intellect everyone respects
He gave me the perfect me
He told me ‘see: everyone loves you
You can do whatever you want
You can preach good or bad
They will follow’
Yet I soon realized that I couldn’t do naught
I can’t move nor go
Then people kick me in the face and laugh
Because I’m paralyzed
I can’t move more than an inch, the inch that separates Heaven from Hell
Is that because he gave me a demon as mother?
I’m no angel
I’ll never be
Angels are dead
I realized
God told me I was to fight
For His own glory
I was proud
I felt ready
It’s not that I’m in the middle of a battlefield
I am the battlefield
I am the wounded soldiers
I am the bullets flying
I am the burning oil
I am the plane in flames
I am the pain and bruises
I am the sounds of war
Shots and whistles
Screams and terror
Tears and furor
Dead and the victorious
Victorious Death
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Comments: 7
Damn man! Quite Profound- feels more like lyrics really, but very intense. Very good methinks.
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I've never thought of it as lyrics but you're right. I'm going to give a thought on that. And I know a band (i.e The Napalm Sluts) that could be interested with that kind of stuff. Thanks for the suggestion.
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wow, thats like, how i feel most of the time, all of the time, its really intermit, its grate, should show this one to a publisher.
its really sad, but good, when did you wright this, its, well, i cant dicribe, just, sorrowfull
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thank you so much for the fav and comment. I appreciate. This poem is in fact a mixing up of random thoughts I scripted up in my notebook. They all had that sorrowful feeling in them and without much arrangement they matched a good deal together
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yer, its a wonderful peice of work, its grate in showing the emotion and everything, love it
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wow, i like this, its very dark and intense, there is a lot to take in, im just overwhelmed.
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thank you, that's very encouraging.
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