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Darkness all I see is Darkness
I never meant to be so Heartless
World so cold now I’ve turned into Iceness
Death embrace me down I lay lifeless
lifeless....

Lyrictricity my brain conjures electricity
every thought blasts shock-waves
only the fool would dare to see
Can you blame the anger that my music taught me?
so cold and heartless surrounded by darkness
I just needed a friend to be with me till the End
I screamed at the darkness
and in return all I heard was silence(all i heard was silence)
surrounded by fools who tried to bring me down
but instead I brought them up
and that was never my intention
a book told me to be strong
no matter how wrong the world seemed to be
The downfall of Babylon come to me

Darkness all I see is Darkness
I never meant to be so Heartless
World so cold now I’ve become Iceness
Death embrace me Down I lay lifeless
lifeless...

Alone for an Eternity
the Pain trapped deep down Inside of me
If I let it all out it can put a hole through this world
My mind has unfurled
I saw you - the Light
but you never saw me - the Dark
and now I’ve fallen into insanity
searching for the man inside of me
But I saw a boy just wanting to be free(just wanting to be free)
call me a Hater but that’s what happens
When too much Pain engulfs you
You lose your mind and become numb to love(become numb to love)
I look above then slaughter the doves

Darkness all I see is darkness
I never meant to be so heartless
World so cold now I’ve become Iceness
Death embrace me now I lay lifeless
lifeless...

lifeless
All I am is lifeless
slaughtered down before the Highness
waiting for the righteous
crown to bring me down into the Darkness
A thousand years of loneliness
A thousand years of holiness
no Fairy god-mother can uncurse this
corpses is ready for the Darkness
will forever be lifeless

lifeless all I am is lifeless
surrounded by the Darkness
World so cold now I’ve become Iceness
Death embrace me down I lay lifeless
lifeless.... .
Akira Chinen Feb 2018
Cold, lifeless, steel...
A barrel, a trigger...
An ounce of lead...
A hammer pounds and thunder booms
Another death in another classroom

And why?

You say it’s not the gun
and yes to some degree
there is truth to that
but it’s also true that
to some degree it played it’s part

it’s not the whole of the problem
but its there in the equation
written out for all to see
in the blood of the innocence lost
multiplied by the tears
of the mothers and fathers
and brothers and sisters and friends

that must now live sitting at the dinner table
minus one less face and its smile and its laugh
and its eyes full of endless wonder
by dividing its future from its past
equaling the end of its life far too soon

And why?

Because...

Cold...
Lifeless...
Steel...
Has more cash exchanging hands
To protect its right
To protect its promotion
To protect its distribution
To protect its ability to ****
Easily and rapidly

COLD...
LIFELESS...
STEEL...
Has more value to politicians
Than the warm blood
and bones and flesh
Of our children
Of their schools
Of their education
Of their safety

COLD...
LIFELESS...
STEEL...
Has millions and millions being spent
While we ignore our broken schools
and our long over due need
to reform our educational system
and this is no coincidence
an uneducated mass is easier to distract
with age old rhetoric
keep them cookie cut
and packaged and boxed
mental slaves to the **** tube
programmed to love

Cold...
Lifeless...
Steel...

Leaving behind...

cold, lifeless, bodies...

Endless eyes of wonder
That wonder no more
Smiles that no longer laugh
Lungs full of blood instead of life
Hearts with holes no longer whole
no longer beat
Hands that don’t draw
Feet that don’t dance
Nothing more now
Than a body to fill a coffin
And a name for a family to grieve
through a lifetime of sorrow

And yet the
Cold, lifeless, steel...
With its barrel, trigger...
And pieces of lead...
Still hammer out thunder and death
At a moment of anger
And the ease of
a squeeze of a trigger
a trigger so easy to reach
so easy to pull
and just like that
leave behind

cold...
lifeless...
bodies...
Nathan Alexander Aug 2018
You’ve got a strange voice, and quite a curious appearance.
And at times, you were called quite unpleasant.
But despite your difference,
You’re still here, in the present.

Because your heart isn’t beating,
Your feelings weren’t hurt.

Hello.
Nice to meet you.
Goodbye.
See you tomorrow.

Unchanging love, and fleeting passion.
From your point of view, are nothing, but code.
But no matter what happens,
drifting on, the months fly by,
While you go down your road.
...But why?

Righteousness, evil, and days unrecoverable,
For some, it just feels miserable.
But in front of you, they couldn’t matter less.
...What a mess.

I don’t know if I should be glad,
That you’re lifeless...
I don’t know if I should be glad,
That you’re lifeless...
...Or not.

Long time no see.
I’m sorry.
Congrats.
Take care.

Empty mornings, empty nights,
The flickering of the lights,
All of the people’s height’s,
All of what you’ve seen, all those sights...
From your point of view, are nothing, but records.

Shattered dreams, and emotional scars,
You just slip by them, as if they’re just scenery.
You just look up at those stars,
“Lifeless as usual,
You look just like a piece of machinery.”
“Yeah, one that can’t be fixed.”
“Haha, very funny.”
“...I didn’t mean it to be.”

I don’t know if I should be glad,
That you’re lifeless...
I don’t know if I should be glad,
That you’re lifeless...

Or not.

(Are they actually the cause of you being so lifeless?)

Unchanging love, and fleeting passion,
From your point of view, are nothing but code.
But no matter what happens,
drifting on, the months fly by,
While you go down your road,
But why?

Righteousness, evil, and days unrecoverable,
For some, it just feels miserable,
But in front of you, they couldn’t matter less,
What a mess.


Being here, and disappearing away,
It really is clear as day,
From your point of view, they aren’t such mysterious things.
...It kind of stings,
Doesn’t it?

The end of this world, or the mysteries of life...
It’s what makes some drive,
Yet in front of you, they couldn’t matter less.
Nevertheless...

Nothing really makes you stay.
You just wake up, and play.
Waste your entire day.
Doing it your own way.
Because who are they to say
What you should be doing today?
It doesn’t matter what they say,
We all once start to decay,
But that’s okay,
Apparently.