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Oct 2011
im a sinner
this rope i walk keeps getting thinner
thin enough to slice right through
my skin when you try to tie me up

to my new found casket
leave me there, make sure you latch it
because i am no longer
here, lies a monster

in my heart
eating and tearing me apart
constantly thrashing against the love
bashing against the hate

in my mind
the hate unwinds
the monster wants to tame it
whips it like a lion in a circus

thats where i am
the trapenzee swings, cannons go bam
i am the happy.one.side-
sad.other.side clown

all around me
this is what i see
this casket is my circus tent
this circus is my family

since the beginning
the lion has been winning
and now im being ripped to shreds
collect your tickets please

i want to be burned
let this lesson be learned
spread me across the ocean
and let me finally be free
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