My pain is my own
Pitch blackness, trying to light my way with burnt matches, fill this void in my soul, I'm about to lose every single ounce of control, for when the madness escapes and takes over, gone are the days of being boldly sober, I'm angry and lost, with blood cold as frost, I really don't care about how much your feeble problems cost, I've got my own, I handle my own, I don't need your self-righteous pity I'll do it alone, letting my rage spill through this poem, these thoughts in my head are visions of bloodshed, soaked in hues of maroon and red, regardless of what you've heard, you've been misled, you could say my psychie is fractured, my mind has ruptured, or maybe my mental capacity is that of divine rapture, I'm not God's son, I'm Lucifer's protege, a demonic prodigy, my sins are biologically composed of ancient wizardry, allowing me to carry out depravity so very easily, I'm a liar, a thief, a piece of shit spirit draped in a white sheet, I took Jason as my vessel he's a genius to say the least, green eyes, a fresh fade, airmax on my feet, I ascend far above immortal pain, not underneath.
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Such a powerful gritty poem, thanks for sharing, I really felt the depth of your soul.
Thank you, that poem just came to me at 1 o'clock in the morning out of a dead sleep.
It's really intense ?
You should some of my other work hun...
Hi Jason A compelling piece with
Great imagery, I wonder if you minded me saying
that maybe it could be formatted differently
Which could would make it flow easily with more impact created
Just my thoughts :-)
I hav nt read you before I am glad I stopped by your page
Enjoyed this dark write
Best wishes Debs
Thank you Deb and yes I would like your input, I welcome it infact, and reformatting it sounds like an nteresting idea, let me know....
Hi Jason How is this I am no expert but I think it flows a little better
Pitch blackness, trying to light my way with burnt matches,
fill this void in my soul,I'm about to lose every single ounce of control,
for when the madness escapes and takes over,
gone are the days of being boldly sober,
I'm angry and lost, with blood cold as frost,
I really don't care about how much your feeble problems cost,
I've got my own, I handle my own, I don't need your self-righteous pity
I'll do it alone, letting my rage spill through this poem, these thoughts in my head
are visions of bloodshed, soaked in hues of maroon and red,
regardless of what you've heard, you've been misled,
you could say my psychie is fractured, my mind has ruptured,
or maybe my mental capacity is that of divine rapture,
I'm not God's son, I'm Lucifer's protege, a demonic prodigy,
my sins are biologically composed of ancient wizardry,
allowing me to carry out depravity so very easily,
I'm a liar, a thief, a piece of shit spirit draped in a white sheet,
I took Jason as my vessel he's a genius to say the least,
green eyes, a fresh fade, airmax on my feet,
I ascend far above immortal pain, not underneath.