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Jan 2010
Walk with me to my house of pain, and I promise you 'll remember my name. It's dark in there without space to yell, my mind has become a cycle of hell.

Thought after thought goes bad instantly, someone left me that way to teach you my existant-c.
To rip out the heart that feeds my pain would be the day there is nothing left to gain.
My window to wisdom would be wisest to leave unrevealed, my deepest dept to my hell it has there been sealed.
I can not see the day when I will unmask, the beasty life that put me in this cast, sent me to my hell on earth took my-all it is worth...... I can never go back.
Walk with me down memory lane, you wont remember me the same. I used to smile and hope for tomorrow, now my days are filled with a bitter sweet sorrow.
Candy was sweet, lemons were sour, life was ripe upon every hour. Today is the dawn of a new genehell, with death and hate the only thing to sell.
I am the master of all your who, what, when, and where, I am the master of pain because I was put there;
Put there to show what many forget, good and evil within are not co-existant.

SDPope
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Stephanie D Pope
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