The Darkness Inside

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by xashleyTX, Sep 3, 2007.

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  1. xashleyTX

    xashleyTX Guest

    Here's my poem. Actually it's two poems...


    Decay:

    A small spec of hate
    Starting to consume
    It seems like it's too late
    And these dark feelings loom
    over my head
    All the happy thoughts have fled
    And now Im stuck with the pain
    that leaves me for dead
    Stopping infront of the moving train...
    And I say...

    Slowly my body
    Starts to decay
    Little by little this flesh is rotting
    And everyday I pray
    But all these mixed feelings
    Are killing me inside and out

    This anger is eating me alive
    And I have already tried
    to hide the scars
    But I am afraid that I might throw up my insides
    So this is the price I've paid
    For keeping it locked up for so long
    And so I cry...

    Slowly my body
    Starts to decay
    Little by little this flesh is rotting
    And everyday I pray
    But all these mixed fellings are killing me inside and out
    ...killing me...
    ...it's killing me...
    ...inside and out...
    ...my body is decaying now...

    ...Please someone mend my wounds...
    ...Blood is pouring out...
    ...of my open chest...
    ...My heart was ripped out...
    ...and is being squeezed...
    I watch as the last drop of blood hits the floor...
    It seems no one heard my pleas
    And that's the end; there is no more...


    The Darkness Inside:

    I've seen alot of people hold darkness inside
    So many people have always died,
    It is hard to forget;
    So hard to finally let,
    Let everything finally go,
    Let the world crumble so slow

    I should know because Im just the same
    I hold just the same pain,
    I must finally cry,
    Kiss my world good-bye,
    Im dying inside,
    This world I cannot confide

    Is the past something to die for?
    Is it something to shed tears galore?
    No and I don't want to remember,
    I don't really want to remember.
    I left behind the darkness inside,
    I left my friends and I have lied.

    I sometimes wonder.
    Should I not of left them so?
    I think yes, but some of me says no,
    I miss them so.
    I guess they'll never see,
    I guess I'll never be.


     
    Last edited: Sep 3, 2007
  2. Blackness

    Blackness Guest

    very good :)
     
  3. xashleyTX

    xashleyTX Guest

    Thanks. :smile:
     
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