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The Sickness Is Growing
i know you see me
hear me
feel me
know me more than i know myself
but you know nothing
yet you know everythingi hate you
all this surpressed anger built up inside
i just want to smash your fucking skull
good thing im not that stupid
its so much easier to take a life
than one would expect
the silent screams that echo through the night
if a tree falls and no ones around to hear it,
then no tree fell.
thats very true
if no one sees your death
you never really died
you never really lived either
tell me a secret
dont let yourself die in vain
im here now
hush, hush baby
im here now
what the hell is wrong with me?
the hysterical laughter thats wrought from my throat
it doesnt sound human
i dont really care anymore
you deserve everything you got
just dont expect me to go easy
cry me a fucking river with your blood
hear me
feel me
know me more than i know myself
but you know nothing
yet you know everythingi hate you
all this surpressed anger built up inside
i just want to smash your fucking skull
good thing im not that stupid
its so much easier to take a life
than one would expect
the silent screams that echo through the night
if a tree falls and no ones around to hear it,
then no tree fell.
thats very true
if no one sees your death
you never really died
you never really lived either
tell me a secret
dont let yourself die in vain
im here now
hush, hush baby
im here now
what the hell is wrong with me?
the hysterical laughter thats wrought from my throat
it doesnt sound human
i dont really care anymore
you deserve everything you got
just dont expect me to go easy
cry me a fucking river with your blood
Published 9th Jun 2010
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10th Jun 2010 8:14am
It's a limited dimensional rant - which neither shocks, inspires or surprises me. I think we have all heard the word "fucking" before, so it holds little power when used in this way. I understand you probably felt better after writing this, if only I could say the same after reading it. Vivid imagination alone does not constitute a poem - it has to be more than that doesn't it.
10th Jun 2010 8:17pm
It doesnt need to inspire you. It was how i felt. My feelings. i dont give two shits if you liked it or not.
10th Jun 2010 9:27pm
I smell a headache
the room sounds black
illusions taste real
...are feelings - and I have recorded sensory experience using words - but just because I write them down, does it make them a poem? My point is that poetry involves something more than this and I am asking you to consider that possibility. Of course, if you prefer not to think about it, that's also cool.
the room sounds black
illusions taste real
...are feelings - and I have recorded sensory experience using words - but just because I write them down, does it make them a poem? My point is that poetry involves something more than this and I am asking you to consider that possibility. Of course, if you prefer not to think about it, that's also cool.
