Poetry competition CLOSED 15th November 2014 11:01pm
WINNER
HadesRising
HadesRising
RUNNERS-UP:
Balefulmalevolence
and pseudonymous
Sad and sorrowful poems
Anonymous
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Name Calling
Every word they've said is a
bullet to my heart
Get a life, go die, i hate you
these words have torn me apart
Terrorist, creep, annoying,
these words have stayed in me until now
I cant give up for
i am not what they say i am,
I thought somehow
They ran away from me,
for they didn't want to catch my "disease"
If they came to close,
All the bad things i had, they would seize
Locked me out of the classroom,
Chanted out my name
"We hate you John" they screamed,
Well too bad i don't feel the same
Every word they've said is a
bullet to my heart
Get a life, go die, i hate you
these words have torn me apart
Terrorist, creep, annoying,
these words have stayed in me until now
I cant give up for
i am not what they say i am,
I thought somehow
They ran away from me,
for they didn't want to catch my "disease"
If they came to close,
All the bad things i had, they would seize
Locked me out of the classroom,
Chanted out my name
"We hate you John" they screamed,
Well too bad i don't feel the same
Let Me Drown My Demons
We were both laying in bed. I wondered if this was the right choice, I had never let anyone love me like you did. Months later I feel used, like a bleached rose who's lost all its color. I want to go back, I want to reset my life. I don't want to be the dirty, shitty person I am now. I hate the girl I see in the mirror.
I hate how she sleeps with people who don't care about her.
I hate that she gets high to feel something again.
I hate that she gave away her virginity to a person who never even loved her in the first place.
I look at myself and I see a curvy girl in her underwear and I wonder if this is really beauty. If everyone I touched wanted to touch me back.
I keep scratching my shoulders as if an angel will appear but all I see are hideous demon wings.
We were both laying in bed. I wondered if this was the right choice, I had never let anyone love me like you did. Months later I feel used, like a bleached rose who's lost all its color. I want to go back, I want to reset my life. I don't want to be the dirty, shitty person I am now. I hate the girl I see in the mirror.
I hate how she sleeps with people who don't care about her.
I hate that she gets high to feel something again.
I hate that she gave away her virginity to a person who never even loved her in the first place.
I look at myself and I see a curvy girl in her underwear and I wonder if this is really beauty. If everyone I touched wanted to touch me back.
I keep scratching my shoulders as if an angel will appear but all I see are hideous demon wings.
I penned this poem during one of the darkest weeks of my life. I hope never to feel such despair ever again. It is certainly the saddest and most sorrowful poem I have ever written.
- Forgive Me -
Forgive me.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
When I look in the mirror and try to remember,
Who that girl is that my sad eyes are looking at…
I want to take her in my arms and comfort her.
But, she is me yes she is just me, and so I can’t.
I remember in flashes things that were long ago,
Like fires in the night, which all light my way…
And I remember the winter, and the cold snow!
Where is my home and just how far did I stray?
I can’t find the path that my feet recall walking,
But I keep tracing the way as if it was still there.
I feel like I’m a ghost, and feel like I’m falling…
Then I know I am alive, and long for death fair.
Just to be at peace, to stop the pain inside of me,
To hear words of love spoken to me, not hatred!
I feel like I’m blind except I know I can so see…
Something sad, when alone I ever fall into bed.
I wanted it to be your hand that touched me so!
But you weren’t there and so I caressed myself.
How painful, is love, with a heart full of woe…
And how poor I feel, like I have lost all wealth.
Because I am alone, a little girl scared, shaking,
And no one is there to comfort me in the dark…
I am in Hell and so I am trembling and quaking.
Paying for man’s sins, which leave their mark!
Upon my heart, scarred by secrets and sorrows.
All I wanted was you to kiss me only one time,
Then kill me so we might spend all tomorrows:
Arm and arm in Paradise, a garden so sublime.
Is this the price of love; that all lovers do pay?
I would pay worse for you, and perish for you.
How can I find strength, to face this next day?
I cannot, for I am broken and all sad and blue.
Remember me, my love, in case I fade at last,
Like my dead flowers which I keep watering!
I pretend they’re alive; I’m trapped in the past.
Set me free, please, to be free of everything…
Except for you, for I love you and cannot live,
If I must live alone and perish in my agonies!
Was the gift of love such a hard thing to give?
I gave my love, and when I did I did so freely.
I love you still, so come for me before I die…
Take me home; take me back to a better age!
I didn’t remember the truth; how could I lie?
My memory was gone, and now my visage…
Is streaked with tears that I cry for what was.
Tell me you know and understand my heart!
Let me live again, with you, to hear the buzz,
Of laughter in your voice like when we met…
Before darkness tried to take me for its’ own!
I love you still, and I do not have any regret.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
Forgive me.
- Forgive Me -
Forgive me.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
When I look in the mirror and try to remember,
Who that girl is that my sad eyes are looking at…
I want to take her in my arms and comfort her.
But, she is me yes she is just me, and so I can’t.
I remember in flashes things that were long ago,
Like fires in the night, which all light my way…
And I remember the winter, and the cold snow!
Where is my home and just how far did I stray?
I can’t find the path that my feet recall walking,
But I keep tracing the way as if it was still there.
I feel like I’m a ghost, and feel like I’m falling…
Then I know I am alive, and long for death fair.
Just to be at peace, to stop the pain inside of me,
To hear words of love spoken to me, not hatred!
I feel like I’m blind except I know I can so see…
Something sad, when alone I ever fall into bed.
I wanted it to be your hand that touched me so!
But you weren’t there and so I caressed myself.
How painful, is love, with a heart full of woe…
And how poor I feel, like I have lost all wealth.
Because I am alone, a little girl scared, shaking,
And no one is there to comfort me in the dark…
I am in Hell and so I am trembling and quaking.
Paying for man’s sins, which leave their mark!
Upon my heart, scarred by secrets and sorrows.
All I wanted was you to kiss me only one time,
Then kill me so we might spend all tomorrows:
Arm and arm in Paradise, a garden so sublime.
Is this the price of love; that all lovers do pay?
I would pay worse for you, and perish for you.
How can I find strength, to face this next day?
I cannot, for I am broken and all sad and blue.
Remember me, my love, in case I fade at last,
Like my dead flowers which I keep watering!
I pretend they’re alive; I’m trapped in the past.
Set me free, please, to be free of everything…
Except for you, for I love you and cannot live,
If I must live alone and perish in my agonies!
Was the gift of love such a hard thing to give?
I gave my love, and when I did I did so freely.
I love you still, so come for me before I die…
Take me home; take me back to a better age!
I didn’t remember the truth; how could I lie?
My memory was gone, and now my visage…
Is streaked with tears that I cry for what was.
Tell me you know and understand my heart!
Let me live again, with you, to hear the buzz,
Of laughter in your voice like when we met…
Before darkness tried to take me for its’ own!
I love you still, and I do not have any regret.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
Forgive me.
- Memory of Pain -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
“Mortuis aeternam in tenebris habitant.
Quandoque sunt surgent a tenebris!
Sed omnia ad redeundem tenebris.”
Sometimes what we long for we get but cannot keep,
For, fates can be cruel and wicked, prone to sadism…
And the dead do not always remain in an eternal sleep.
We are all subject, to the fates’ ever-changing whims!
I had been a knight of an order secretive and so great:
We were, defenders of our fair land, against all devils.
But I had lost my soul’s mate and couldst only berate,
The fates for such a loss, ere I sought out darker wills!
Snow falling down the heights of the great mountains,
Beyond darkest woods of the land beyond the forests…
Melting in the springtime, water falling like tall fountains:
Upon the cold crags and rocks in an elemental incest.
In autumn those heights witness a different cacophony,
For there the dead who are unquiet come to witness…
The necromantic arts performed with rare blasphemy.
Shall I tell of their rites, their fell depravity to confess?
Blood upon the stones, for always the blood is the life!
Brazier flames, kissing the skulls of they not in graves.
Whilst the sorcerers of the mountains work for strife…
Worshipping old gods that can neither damn nor save.
I came to them in another life, to ask them one favor:
Bring back a maiden I loved, taken by death too fast.
They called up her spirit with awful power and fervor,
But she needed new flesh for the spell to actually last.
“Give us, six days”, they said, “to make this happen.”
And in the cave of the dragon, behind the high falls…
Where water roared down far from sight of Heaven,
I stayed to learn their ways, amidst the earthen walls.
I told them how she perished, a suicide and damned,
Forsaken by church and family and all save myself…
She waited for me in Hell, waited for our command:
To bring her forth like a lost book from an old shelf!
The dark ones didst not tell me their entire evil plan,
Only that my love wouldst walk again in a new form.
Then, no pride of priests could, her pure soul damn!
She wouldst be free to be with me on seventh morn.
A week passed thusly, and I became quite anxious…
Warning the fell necromancers that if they failed me,
I wouldst slay them all, even their spirits so noxious.
Such was my own power, which I used judiciously!
At the midpoint of the week, I swore I heard loud,
The sound of a woman weeping, from the waterfall:
Rising up from the depths to touch a distant cloud…
And, it cast upon my spirits an ever-darkening pall.
If they brought her back wrong, I wouldst ensure…
That, blood flowed upon the water, red evermore!
I wanted my beloved to return perfectly and pure…
Yet, I knew it was folly, I knew it to my very core.
It neared the day and the ritual was fully prepared,
Goats were sacrificed, and skulls were anointed…
Whilst within me a sad voice cried out: “Beware!”
But, soon came the day, and that hour appointed.
I was not allowed in the chamber of the dark rite,
And so I waited outside it expecting some horror.
By the time all was over, it was darkest midnight,
When they led me into the room to receive her…
The woman I had loved and lost, in a new body.
But, it was a young girl of eleven years I beheld,
Not the grown lady who shared my very destiny!
I couldst find no words to speak; there, I knelt…
As a child with my love’s voice sang a sad song:
About perishing in a river, confirming my terrors.
This was she, though such a thing was so wrong!
My love lived again, filling me with great cares…
She lived, and those who raised her from death,
I slaughtered unto the last leaving only she and I!
They thought this all a jest, so I took their breath.
The night was black, moonless under starry sky!
Three wives I had after my first’s untimely end…
Each became mother, to my hell-born daughter.
They knew not, it was she the gods didst send…
Back from the grave, from old earth, and water!
As she grew, she became my first love’s image,
Beautiful and perfect as I had wished her to be:
But one day, a day to fill me with undying rage…
She slipped on some rocks by a river, suddenly.
I tried to save her but the water carried her off,
Too quick to do aught about; I tried to search…
All the length of those fast depths cold and soft!
At last I came to a place near some white birch,
And found her crawling out of the river, bloody,
From striking the rocks below the water so oft:
Her beautiful face pale and battered; alas she…
I held her, in my arms; she sputtered, coughed.
My beloved, my daughter, perished that dusk,
Dying a second time by water, by a cruel fate!
I took her back home and we buried her husk:
My third wife and I said bye to my soul’s mate.
In a twisted irony, the only ones capable of aid,
Who couldst hath brought her back yet again…
I had slain, long before, in that old lonely cave!
All as I had left was her memory, and my pain.
I lived not long after her; a foe didst so behead,
My sorrowful form, not many years following…
And, even to this life, I recall with great dread:
The sorrow, my love’s two deaths, didst bring.
Based on some of my past-life memories…
“Mortuis aeternam in tenebris habitant.
Quandoque sunt surgent a tenebris!
Sed omnia ad redeundem tenebris.”
Sometimes what we long for we get but cannot keep,
For, fates can be cruel and wicked, prone to sadism…
And the dead do not always remain in an eternal sleep.
We are all subject, to the fates’ ever-changing whims!
I had been a knight of an order secretive and so great:
We were, defenders of our fair land, against all devils.
But I had lost my soul’s mate and couldst only berate,
The fates for such a loss, ere I sought out darker wills!
Snow falling down the heights of the great mountains,
Beyond darkest woods of the land beyond the forests…
Melting in the springtime, water falling like tall fountains:
Upon the cold crags and rocks in an elemental incest.
In autumn those heights witness a different cacophony,
For there the dead who are unquiet come to witness…
The necromantic arts performed with rare blasphemy.
Shall I tell of their rites, their fell depravity to confess?
Blood upon the stones, for always the blood is the life!
Brazier flames, kissing the skulls of they not in graves.
Whilst the sorcerers of the mountains work for strife…
Worshipping old gods that can neither damn nor save.
I came to them in another life, to ask them one favor:
Bring back a maiden I loved, taken by death too fast.
They called up her spirit with awful power and fervor,
But she needed new flesh for the spell to actually last.
“Give us, six days”, they said, “to make this happen.”
And in the cave of the dragon, behind the high falls…
Where water roared down far from sight of Heaven,
I stayed to learn their ways, amidst the earthen walls.
I told them how she perished, a suicide and damned,
Forsaken by church and family and all save myself…
She waited for me in Hell, waited for our command:
To bring her forth like a lost book from an old shelf!
The dark ones didst not tell me their entire evil plan,
Only that my love wouldst walk again in a new form.
Then, no pride of priests could, her pure soul damn!
She wouldst be free to be with me on seventh morn.
A week passed thusly, and I became quite anxious…
Warning the fell necromancers that if they failed me,
I wouldst slay them all, even their spirits so noxious.
Such was my own power, which I used judiciously!
At the midpoint of the week, I swore I heard loud,
The sound of a woman weeping, from the waterfall:
Rising up from the depths to touch a distant cloud…
And, it cast upon my spirits an ever-darkening pall.
If they brought her back wrong, I wouldst ensure…
That, blood flowed upon the water, red evermore!
I wanted my beloved to return perfectly and pure…
Yet, I knew it was folly, I knew it to my very core.
It neared the day and the ritual was fully prepared,
Goats were sacrificed, and skulls were anointed…
Whilst within me a sad voice cried out: “Beware!”
But, soon came the day, and that hour appointed.
I was not allowed in the chamber of the dark rite,
And so I waited outside it expecting some horror.
By the time all was over, it was darkest midnight,
When they led me into the room to receive her…
The woman I had loved and lost, in a new body.
But, it was a young girl of eleven years I beheld,
Not the grown lady who shared my very destiny!
I couldst find no words to speak; there, I knelt…
As a child with my love’s voice sang a sad song:
About perishing in a river, confirming my terrors.
This was she, though such a thing was so wrong!
My love lived again, filling me with great cares…
She lived, and those who raised her from death,
I slaughtered unto the last leaving only she and I!
They thought this all a jest, so I took their breath.
The night was black, moonless under starry sky!
Three wives I had after my first’s untimely end…
Each became mother, to my hell-born daughter.
They knew not, it was she the gods didst send…
Back from the grave, from old earth, and water!
As she grew, she became my first love’s image,
Beautiful and perfect as I had wished her to be:
But one day, a day to fill me with undying rage…
She slipped on some rocks by a river, suddenly.
I tried to save her but the water carried her off,
Too quick to do aught about; I tried to search…
All the length of those fast depths cold and soft!
At last I came to a place near some white birch,
And found her crawling out of the river, bloody,
From striking the rocks below the water so oft:
Her beautiful face pale and battered; alas she…
I held her, in my arms; she sputtered, coughed.
My beloved, my daughter, perished that dusk,
Dying a second time by water, by a cruel fate!
I took her back home and we buried her husk:
My third wife and I said bye to my soul’s mate.
In a twisted irony, the only ones capable of aid,
Who couldst hath brought her back yet again…
I had slain, long before, in that old lonely cave!
All as I had left was her memory, and my pain.
I lived not long after her; a foe didst so behead,
My sorrowful form, not many years following…
And, even to this life, I recall with great dread:
The sorrow, my love’s two deaths, didst bring.
End of a Walk
So many words left unsaid
so many thoughts left unshared
there were secrets yet in the heart
waiting to be told, unfolded
Lying pale but beautiful
on white satin trimmed
with pink curly laces
a pretty bed for his love
He looked down at her
tears falling like rain upon
her pale silky skin
smoothly beautiful even in death
He remembered her touches
her warm morning kisses
her eyes growing dark
with love and passion
He recalled her laughter
of a certain afternoon
when he brought her flowers
with a bee that buzzed away
He felt her embrace again
when they celebrated together
their second anniversary
of sharing laughter, love and life
A walk in the park
holding hands and gazing
into each others eyes
was their greatest mistake
a shoot out between law and lawless
a dramatic exchange caught them
he was nicked she got shot
he screamed as she faded away
numbness engulfed him mercifully
as he said his last goodbye
he wished he was lying with her
as they closed the lid forever.
So many words left unsaid
so many thoughts left unshared
there were secrets yet in the heart
waiting to be told, unfolded
Lying pale but beautiful
on white satin trimmed
with pink curly laces
a pretty bed for his love
He looked down at her
tears falling like rain upon
her pale silky skin
smoothly beautiful even in death
He remembered her touches
her warm morning kisses
her eyes growing dark
with love and passion
He recalled her laughter
of a certain afternoon
when he brought her flowers
with a bee that buzzed away
He felt her embrace again
when they celebrated together
their second anniversary
of sharing laughter, love and life
A walk in the park
holding hands and gazing
into each others eyes
was their greatest mistake
a shoot out between law and lawless
a dramatic exchange caught them
he was nicked she got shot
he screamed as she faded away
numbness engulfed him mercifully
as he said his last goodbye
he wished he was lying with her
as they closed the lid forever.
Walking down an empty rainy road
sulking about the suffering
and the memories
I am found of deepness
into the soul
but does it take its toll?
or maybe the toll was taken
to give insight
But the moon shines bright
through it does little to illuminate
the long road
though I know I maybe swirling down
into the kings crown
maybe lifes my sward
if the ground begins to break
into my razor blade
rather its a new color
or something to wash in colors of grey
the darkness of a bad day
I maybe full of sorrow
but watch me crack a smile
just like a child
its not my right
just a privilege ive used
and I want to sleep
but my minds running through tunnels
and its hard to sleep
in fear
so I put my mind at rest
and at best
it succeeds to put me to sleep
through still turning
and awaking sad
it feels so bad
maybe I should be glad
but that does little
for my aching heart.
sulking about the suffering
and the memories
I am found of deepness
into the soul
but does it take its toll?
or maybe the toll was taken
to give insight
But the moon shines bright
through it does little to illuminate
the long road
though I know I maybe swirling down
into the kings crown
maybe lifes my sward
if the ground begins to break
into my razor blade
rather its a new color
or something to wash in colors of grey
the darkness of a bad day
I maybe full of sorrow
but watch me crack a smile
just like a child
its not my right
just a privilege ive used
and I want to sleep
but my minds running through tunnels
and its hard to sleep
in fear
so I put my mind at rest
and at best
it succeeds to put me to sleep
through still turning
and awaking sad
it feels so bad
maybe I should be glad
but that does little
for my aching heart.
The Nature of Things: The Plight of the Peach
imprints of a grasp linger
haunting the sallows
in the withering husk
of a once succulent,
savored indulgence
its ghostly tendrils
cement the regrettable,
but inevitable
transgressions
of a bulimic past
seeping inadequacies-
fermenting nostalgia-
pitted desperation-
naked, wounded
unfinished and cast aside
left to perish in the
unabsolving sunlight
spoilt-
like much rotted fruit
imprints of a grasp linger
haunting the sallows
in the withering husk
of a once succulent,
savored indulgence
its ghostly tendrils
cement the regrettable,
but inevitable
transgressions
of a bulimic past
seeping inadequacies-
fermenting nostalgia-
pitted desperation-
naked, wounded
unfinished and cast aside
left to perish in the
unabsolving sunlight
spoilt-
like much rotted fruit
Fox Trot
the rain dropped on the fire
the fire expired in wet smoke
the crows returned home
and the mushrooms on the moss
popped up pop corn
there is an owl on the limb
howling at the crescent moon's grin
this night is not good for crying
but tonight some creature will be dying
as the rain drops
and the wind clasps the leaves
this night's marrow will be
sucked by the meditation of
the melancholy fox
dancing alone
the rain dropped on the fire
the fire expired in wet smoke
the crows returned home
and the mushrooms on the moss
popped up pop corn
there is an owl on the limb
howling at the crescent moon's grin
this night is not good for crying
but tonight some creature will be dying
as the rain drops
and the wind clasps the leaves
this night's marrow will be
sucked by the meditation of
the melancholy fox
dancing alone
No one else was there
Just my munin’ina and I
She cried, I cried
I couldn’t do anything to help her.
Mum and dad had fought
Left us alone as each wondered their way
But now we were here, alone
As she lay in my arms crying in pain.
I didn’t know what was wrong
She was too young, I was too fragile
I could see she was dying, dying
They couldn’t, they had left us alone
Her little hands were becoming cold
Her crying was slowly fading
She was going to leave me too, alone
Like the wind she was passing away
I was there when she closed her eyes
She was in my arms when she breathed her last
I couldn’t even help her, I couldn’t
I miss you Nokutenda.
I wrote on her grave:
“May your soul Rest In Peace. We were always alone in the world but now we are alone in separate worlds”
*munin'ina- Shona for little sister
Just my munin’ina and I
She cried, I cried
I couldn’t do anything to help her.
Mum and dad had fought
Left us alone as each wondered their way
But now we were here, alone
As she lay in my arms crying in pain.
I didn’t know what was wrong
She was too young, I was too fragile
I could see she was dying, dying
They couldn’t, they had left us alone
Her little hands were becoming cold
Her crying was slowly fading
She was going to leave me too, alone
Like the wind she was passing away
I was there when she closed her eyes
She was in my arms when she breathed her last
I couldn’t even help her, I couldn’t
I miss you Nokutenda.
I wrote on her grave:
“May your soul Rest In Peace. We were always alone in the world but now we are alone in separate worlds”
*munin'ina- Shona for little sister
Sad day
What a sad day, today!
No rain, only sun and warm soft wind
All the people around me are laughing
They wish I'll go with them
To play on beach and to swim in the sea
But I wish to stay in shadow, to be bored
To cry on my sad situation
I have many friends, nice guys
Wonderful girls ready to marry me
But I think the world is sad and uninteresting
I wish to shout that the world is not real
And I am the unique smart man in this world
Oh, perhaps I am crazy?
Then, yes, I discovered today that I am crazy!
What a sad day, today!
The Beautiful Weight
Paint her red with a touch of pink
Pay attention to what you think
Pinch her cheeks covered in ink
And smell her breath of icy mint
Take her hand in this empty room
Bring the band as we dance soon
In cosmic rays of sun and moon
Like a wildflower quick in bloom
Treat her ill, do her wrong
Trying to prove you’re high born
Always regard her with self-scorn
She took the road of fields of corn
Find your love, dressed in black
Walk in rush but cover your track
Don’t stop until the cloud is dark
Then pray to God, she’ll come back
You have traveled a million miles
Hoping once more to see her smile
Your feet are tired and rest awhile
As you march on the wrong aisle
When the cold breeze slowly lingers
You felt trap in the abyss of wonder
And the emptiness is an ice breaker
For the tame heart of the dreamer
All you can offer is your dried tears
Like acid rain pours through the years
Cloak yourself in madness you wear
And stand brave in front of spear
For the world will live tomorrow
To tell stories about Sleepy Hollow
A destitute soul of life borrowed
From the harvester of sorrow
Paint her red with a touch of pink
Pay attention to what you think
Pinch her cheeks covered in ink
And smell her breath of icy mint
Take her hand in this empty room
Bring the band as we dance soon
In cosmic rays of sun and moon
Like a wildflower quick in bloom
Treat her ill, do her wrong
Trying to prove you’re high born
Always regard her with self-scorn
She took the road of fields of corn
Find your love, dressed in black
Walk in rush but cover your track
Don’t stop until the cloud is dark
Then pray to God, she’ll come back
You have traveled a million miles
Hoping once more to see her smile
Your feet are tired and rest awhile
As you march on the wrong aisle
When the cold breeze slowly lingers
You felt trap in the abyss of wonder
And the emptiness is an ice breaker
For the tame heart of the dreamer
All you can offer is your dried tears
Like acid rain pours through the years
Cloak yourself in madness you wear
And stand brave in front of spear
For the world will live tomorrow
To tell stories about Sleepy Hollow
A destitute soul of life borrowed
From the harvester of sorrow
here is a poem I wrote from befor ...
YOU SAID THAT YOU LOVE ME
You told me once you loved me but that was long ago now the only way you show me you love me is by smashing my head agenst the floor .
I cry and scream asking you to please stop it hurts . you look at me and laugh in my face and say to me oh you think this hurts watch this .
You grab me by my hair and lift me off the floor you drag me to the room and tape my mouth shut .
You rip off my cloths with out a singe ounce of love and take all that I am by force and pain .
After its all done I cry and scream some more but you agan laugh and think its funny .
You then grab my arm and throw me into the bathroom where you push my face agenst the merrior and tell me I can do what ever I want with you are my prorty.
You leave the room I fall to the floor and cry an endless sea of tears .
You promoused you would never hurt me but that was all empty words.
It does not matter to you how much I cry and suffer becuse you contune to do it anyway.
The bruses on my arms and legs dissipar after days and days but the scares they leave will never go away .
You call me names then come right back and say oh baby I am sorry I love you please forgive me I will never do this agan please dont go away.
I smile and its ok but then you do it agan . I dont bleave your words anymore I dont bleave in anything you say .
Becuse the bruses you leave the marks that you gave are always here to stay .
You make fun of me for cutting tell me its just for attion but why would I cut for people to feel sorry for me when the bruses that you leave are visible on my skin.
You told me once you love me but that is all a lie now the only thing I do is run away and hide ..........
YOU SAID THAT YOU LOVE ME
You told me once you loved me but that was long ago now the only way you show me you love me is by smashing my head agenst the floor .
I cry and scream asking you to please stop it hurts . you look at me and laugh in my face and say to me oh you think this hurts watch this .
You grab me by my hair and lift me off the floor you drag me to the room and tape my mouth shut .
You rip off my cloths with out a singe ounce of love and take all that I am by force and pain .
After its all done I cry and scream some more but you agan laugh and think its funny .
You then grab my arm and throw me into the bathroom where you push my face agenst the merrior and tell me I can do what ever I want with you are my prorty.
You leave the room I fall to the floor and cry an endless sea of tears .
You promoused you would never hurt me but that was all empty words.
It does not matter to you how much I cry and suffer becuse you contune to do it anyway.
The bruses on my arms and legs dissipar after days and days but the scares they leave will never go away .
You call me names then come right back and say oh baby I am sorry I love you please forgive me I will never do this agan please dont go away.
I smile and its ok but then you do it agan . I dont bleave your words anymore I dont bleave in anything you say .
Becuse the bruses you leave the marks that you gave are always here to stay .
You make fun of me for cutting tell me its just for attion but why would I cut for people to feel sorry for me when the bruses that you leave are visible on my skin.
You told me once you love me but that is all a lie now the only thing I do is run away and hide ..........
Dark Side of Light
I took a journey in ghoulish battle
Holding her love of pure subtle
I have faced death over and over
And counted bodies on my fingers
I raised my flag high in heaven
In nightmare, soon I’ll be awaken
Desolate land and soul forsaken
Every place I seized left barren
When war has finally expired
I brought home victory and pride
Everything was destroyed by fire
Let us rejoice, my beautiful bride
How fulfilling to hold her again
Smell her scent and forget pain
Her heartbeat like pounding rain
Knowing our love will never end
But a cold heart welcomed me
And gave me nothing but agony
Her rotting flesh is all I see
Please wake me in my reverie
Take me to grave, my beloved
I cannot endure, life in dread
There’s no hope, all joys fled
I am alive, but good as dead
I took a journey in ghoulish battle
Holding her love of pure subtle
I have faced death over and over
And counted bodies on my fingers
I raised my flag high in heaven
In nightmare, soon I’ll be awaken
Desolate land and soul forsaken
Every place I seized left barren
When war has finally expired
I brought home victory and pride
Everything was destroyed by fire
Let us rejoice, my beautiful bride
How fulfilling to hold her again
Smell her scent and forget pain
Her heartbeat like pounding rain
Knowing our love will never end
But a cold heart welcomed me
And gave me nothing but agony
Her rotting flesh is all I see
Please wake me in my reverie
Take me to grave, my beloved
I cannot endure, life in dread
There’s no hope, all joys fled
I am alive, but good as dead
