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There's no ******** use
Standing here with words unbroken
tears unspoken
Dreams untold.
No ******** use.
To live in this ******** up thing we call 'life'
What the ******** is it?
It's no object.
If it were i would
stab it to ******** pieces.
And make it leave me alone
from making the darkness come one me
everytime i smile
From making myself covered with cuts and bruises
everytime i cryed.
cryed and cryed.
Until blood was only left.
cryed and cryed blood.
Till no blood was left.
So i cryed and cryed soul.
Till no soul was left.
All that was left was a cascaded shadow.
And broken skin.
wroughting upon the floor.
With no one noticing.
And no one caring.
Here i am.
The one person.
Who didn't care the most.
The one person who felt lonely the most.
The one person who lived her life in dark.
Dark and deep.
Lust of blood.
It's gone.

- Title: Sweet Lust.
- Artist: demmijjh
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- Date: 03/30/2009
- Tags: sweet lust
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Precious Misery - 07/17/2009
- WoW.i can really feel where you're coming from.i believe a poem where one can feel the person's feelings is stronger then one that just rhymes or is pieced together with no purpose heart 5/5 heart
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- 290DarkStars - 04/05/2009
- man, i envey your poetry skills, YOU MADE A POEM WITHOUT RHYME AND MANAGED TO MAKE IT OWN! ^^ great poem...it reminds me of me, A LOT. Dark and deep...just like me...5/5... and absalutly deserved.
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- Fallen Angels Misery - 04/04/2009
- this is wonderful.............. i can really relate to it.............^^............
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