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stains upon my thrown
sometimes i search for light
sometimes i cant stand whats right
i see many people
but none see through my peephole
am i smart?
or am i pure evol
because i hide so well
the things im ashamed to tell.
i live in the embarrassment
sulking in silence
of my self-produced harrassment
but i, like others, find joy in the pain
how my tears run again
when i reflect
oh how many have i chose to neglect?
cheap thrills, deep chills
when the shows over
and i feel myself alone
so again, i send
"you wanna come over"
how do i atone
for the stains upon my thrown
i hate myself
because i can never love my own
i am an animal.
sometimes i cant stand whats right
i see many people
but none see through my peephole
am i smart?
or am i pure evol
because i hide so well
the things im ashamed to tell.
i live in the embarrassment
sulking in silence
of my self-produced harrassment
but i, like others, find joy in the pain
how my tears run again
when i reflect
oh how many have i chose to neglect?
cheap thrills, deep chills
when the shows over
and i feel myself alone
so again, i send
"you wanna come over"
how do i atone
for the stains upon my thrown
i hate myself
because i can never love my own
i am an animal.
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