love and death

AXIS OF EVIL
The significance in self destruction
Of kindred spirit acts of kindness
Meaningless conceptions
House of birth

Your ghost plays in the backyards of youth
Telling me of wishing wells
Of fortune tales
Broken promise

Piece after piece
Thread after Thread
The tyrant feeds
On fever

Spiders fall from their webs
Weaving into the great conscience
Sparrows without wings, and food for the swines
That carved the nails through your hands and feet

From your shallow grave
You ask me
For your right
Of being born

This room shall not breathe again
Of nights in crescent light of moon
These walls will never speak
Of death that came, too soon

I woke up thinking she'll come to me as she does,

I wore a smile the minute I woke up,

Never did I knew the sad truth till I saw it,

I walked my way up to the place where they torture the young,

On the gate heads were hung,

I never thought It would hit me like this,

There was my girl with another guy,

I didn't say much,

I came back to my coffin,

The next day she told me the truth,

It hurt me as bad as it could,

I was left alone to bleed and to grow cold,

An entire year passed but she never looked back at me,

It tears me apart because I still feel,

After all these years I still won't heal,

I once broke my arm,

Lying on the hospital bed I was thinking,

Thinking about my girl,

She never showed up but everyone else did,

Never in life have I looked at any other women,

Never have I even touched anybody else,

I tried to end this misery but I couldn't find the tools,

She was so happy living,

And here I was finding meaning in death,

He asked my girl to dance and she said yes,

I watched them all night,

I went out the door to a quiet place,

I screamed at the top of my lungs and brought it all out to feel,

I was not numb I felt each second of it,

I've come so far now,

Still at nights she crosses my mind,

I'm happy with my pen and the papers I bleed on,

And I hope she is happy with all the guys she sleeps on.

Hey You...

You could hear the metaphorical pin drop
in the silent spaces between never trying and
letting go
we were as lost as the proverbial needle
feeling only the slight sting of so little
too late as soon as we started

I wanted to hope for
well, that doesn't matter
we died and never were
here we are

holding the reasons closer than ever

I dont believe I should have been given the trophy For This. I didnt even enter A poem.. I Asked About A Possible Entry... And Won the comp? but why?
May I Suggest Penknife's Poem Arsenic & Cyanide instead? I feel that Poem deserves the comp win more than the poem I didnt post.

Thank you :)

FacePaint said:I dont believe I should have been given the trophy For This. I didnt even enter A poem.. I Asked About A Possible Entry... And Won the comp? but why?
May I Suggest Penknife's Poem Arsenic & Cyanide instead? I feel that Poem deserves the comp win more than the poem I didnt post.

How did it happen? Anyway, nice gesture bro.!

@EngrVV

I'm not sure how it happened. By mistake, I assume. I only did what I thought was the best thing to do in the situation.