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Eric Martin Dec 2016
I was a princes
You were my knight in shining armour
trying regain his honour
and saving the queen from the usurper

I used to be so full of glee
I had a knight to fight my battles for me
But I couldn't see
That your monsters were much more beastly
Some times I look back and ask my self why
But the mere thought that makes me cry

The was a time where our kingdom was at peace
But it soon it sounded like you were always fighting a beast
Eventually it seemed like some one slashed your heart
If only I knew this was only the start
You had a Queen you couldn't appease
And soon the kingdom was torn apart

I used to believe you when you said things would be ok
You were so strong and protected me from dismay
If only I knew it would only be the start
You were gone in a day
It completely tore my heart apart

Now I am no ones little princes any more
I have no knight to fight my war
The future doesn't seem as bright as it used to be
And they say I am becoming a women which ******* scares me

I will always cherish the times I spent with you
But to survive I think there is only one thing to do
To survive I must learn from your might
I must be strong and become my own knight
It looks like this is a poem I wrote along time ago and never submitted it... probably because its not very good but I don't feel like proof reading because no one is really going to read it probably and because I feel like living life on the edge!... is this what the edge looks like now, wow how sad. What ever, enjoy
Eric Martin Dec 2016
Is it really a plague?
Just to be a ***
For them to get peoples pointless destain
When the bible is so Vague

Believe in what you want
But before you taunt
Remember every sin is the same
So you have nothing over them to flaunt
Eric Martin Dec 2016
Why does every thing have to feel so hopeless
Even though I have passion and am ferocious
I am still held back from the dread;
Of this devastating psychosis

I am left stuck up in my head
Thinking about all the things that need to be said
But I still feel that coldness;
Wishing I was dead

I feel so boneless
I wonder if any one would even notice
All these feelings I wish I could shed;
So my heart doesn't feel so soulless

I wonder if I have bin miss lead
I wonder if in the end I will be whole or just a shred
But I think my only prognosis;
Is this feeling will soon spread
And things will really become hopeless
Eric Martin Dec 2016
Oh ****
I'm out of luck
This really *****
I am stuck
how did I get here?
In my own muck

I am held down by locks
But my mind is still sharp as a fox
But I think instead I'll rub my *****
To get off my Rocks
And then wonder if I am queer?
Because I like the look of my own stocks

Now all there is left to do is cry
And wonder that this is what I do instead of try
While I am asking why
Even though I got here with my lies
I wonder if any one will hear?
My rattle as I die
Eric Martin Dec 2016
How do I get on the front page?
Do I show them my rhymes
Or talk about my crimes
Or do I try and fill their hearts with rage

What is it that I lack?
Do I show that beneath this raging desire;
To set their souls on fire
I am really just a hack

Have I become lost?
I want to bring people near
And show them I am here
But really at what cost?

Am I here alone?
I write out my groans
Into filthy little poems
And take comfort they wont be shown
Eric Martin Dec 2016
So this is my life
I am... here
Not much left to be feared
Not much flesh left to be seared

A mind full of depression and hate
A body for all that to presentate
And to take also take any thing life has to reciprocate

But I still learned nothing from what people in my life demonstrated
And yet I am still devastated
If I knew life was tainted then why am I so degraded
So frustrated
So mutilated
So... Lost

I could give it a retry but why
I could say good bye but why try
I could die but why try and say good bye when they wont even let you die

And so I am here
To dead inside to shed a tear
With allot more of life I have to endure
And the only thing I have to find a cure
Is what is here
Eric Martin May 2016
The Moon in the sky
Is for every one to see
To call it yours is a lie
Because it only speaks to me

It pulls on my soul
It whispers in my ear
It makes me whole
It makes me listen even when I don't want to hear

Savageness in my thoughts
Sadness in my Heart
Sanity rots
Soulful inspiration to create my art

I wish it would end
It is relentless in its pulling
It twists me and I cant defend
But I will never stop looking
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