And the bird, he silenced. I found my missing passion in you kiss Cuz with all the pain I'm stretched to thin With no drugs to dull the pain I sit here and contemplate why Teasing and taunting like a missing limb Hurts Too Much! only to find You know what that implies hiding inside the darkness Reap the seed thats planted Thin red lines they etch the skin Wishing I too would just die Midnight Run (story poem) Within my head I have no doubt The tears all ran dry I will stalk you, till you let my spirit fly Let me kiss,my now empty life goodby but the gun beat seemed to rule As your spirit he clutched Stop blaming people for the choices you made. I watched you saunter out of my door, my life to soon They where what I inhale Warrior's song peering out into the light They seem to go on for centuries that my soul hates the bright-- Enough is a enough grow the **** Soul is never here or there They where my air You had my heart who foreshadowed tragedy. you reap what you sow. My life will never again be the same i suppose because no one wants to hear me speak Gnashing beneath the hovering darkness, a Surly the fates could forsee Thats what my scars are all about In you I had finally found Into the passage between here and there and bombs thrown in the wind. Life is what you make it. Your laughter repaired my broken heart I found my joy for life in your arms and he sang to ignore, He escorted you away from the pain That pain is caused by your faults. So thin red lines will etch my skin Up. And the bird, he sang Untitled I roam the house hearing your laughter to deny transition. to a lost melody How sweet it would be to let out life's last sigh You chased away my demons with your charms That negative seed that you nourished whenΒ Β planted was surely to grew. You where my soul Thin Red Lines ( Trigger Warning) Why did you leave without me I would crumble, shatter, splinter into bits The memories of you linger like your cologne All to show the agony within Here we go once again My bliss Is one less scream that sounds How I dread its incessant pull Grim Reaper let me clarify If only you would have stayed with me that night But I refuse to open that door. the dark seems safer for me E'er threatening possession of my mind Nothing more agonizing than that chill I can hear her knocking, I let the razor glide thru my vain That with the blood the pain flows out. But the bird, he sang Nothingness He whistled all he could How, oh how could this be our fate to a rotting beat too much to grasp Of the Grim Reaper's touch With every drop that hits the ground Endless ****** up realities I can't live without my missing parts Of the taste of the realm of nothingness With the stream I won't explode Why did you have to go too much to comprehend I'll be just like that annoying magpie Misery hates to be alone. I'm slitting my wrist and you know why Your car had skidded and flipped in the rain My spirit you won't be able to deny 'make it stop!', my inner voice screams if you give half *** efforts, this is a chronologically written story of pain up to the stars for darkness brings only quiet and I keep wanting just to clasp of the lack of humanity Quote 2 For now all alone in our bed I sit "People nowadays only see with their eyes. That is why they are so easy to be fooled." I won't implode Ne'er ending nightmare of infinite nothingness Your love making was a piece of art Under the soft white glare of the moon Within my head resides all the memories i don't even know why i write it Such is the miracle of a near-death your its safety and its comfort That helps mask the feeling of you being gone, me alone But only the moon seen that tragic sight you get half *** results. The last bird flew away as I fall in a heap onto the cold, hard ground... Why didn't I go with you, because this isn't right I miss our playful banter Only to subtract your happiness. Your comforting words in the middle of my despair The stars where the only witne ss to the ceremony Feeling so **** numb inside Take credit for what you are responsible for. Your heart was what made my blood circulate The black marks on the road is all that gives a testimony So I can once again be with my guy Now I'll sing of my greatest fear and light brings all the sound that no one wants to read Why did you have to go out that night In the plain beyond, in the sweet by-and-by behind missiles and prickles
Randomized from poems found under the tag "Pain". https://soundcloud.com/anton-kooistra/where-all-the-civilised-remain