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Evil Being
Evil Being
I've laid the plans, for me to die
So many times, I have tried
Combustion burning in my soul
My body is about to blow
Sinking deeper, way below
Beneath the rafters in my mind
Something sinister, something blind
Something evil, buried deep within
Does this person belong to me?
Is it someone I can see?
Eating at me like an ulcer
Gnawing at my brittle bones
It's the lust for death, I possess
I am the one, I must repress
My thirst for drowning, out my life
I'd run at the chance, with great strife
Lock the chains to my brain
So I cannot hear them calling
Causing me such mental strain
The demons in my head, always fighting
With me, in their sites
Now I cannot see the light
Coming closer, getting mean
I've lost all control of myself
This is the worst, I've ever been
Shotgun in my throat, please give me relief
Release the safety, pull the trigger
Go out like this, nothing bigger
Finally my life is at peace
And now I can definitely release
Suddenly it's quiet in my head
At last the bitch is dead
(Say my voices to me)
Chelley Bean Poetess
I've laid the plans, for me to die
So many times, I have tried
Combustion burning in my soul
My body is about to blow
Sinking deeper, way below
Beneath the rafters in my mind
Something sinister, something blind
Something evil, buried deep within
Does this person belong to me?
Is it someone I can see?
Eating at me like an ulcer
Gnawing at my brittle bones
It's the lust for death, I possess
I am the one, I must repress
My thirst for drowning, out my life
I'd run at the chance, with great strife
Lock the chains to my brain
So I cannot hear them calling
Causing me such mental strain
The demons in my head, always fighting
With me, in their sites
Now I cannot see the light
Coming closer, getting mean
I've lost all control of myself
This is the worst, I've ever been
Shotgun in my throat, please give me relief
Release the safety, pull the trigger
Go out like this, nothing bigger
Finally my life is at peace
And now I can definitely release
Suddenly it's quiet in my head
At last the bitch is dead
(Say my voices to me)
Chelley Bean Poetess
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