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Jan 2012
Some times it hurts
The pain is inside
Where my demons hide

My Id is in a constant struggle with my ego
To be the super hero
My super ego
Tries to suppress my Id
But if my Id emerges
From my deepest thoughts
I'm lost without...
Words...
To describe the carnage that would ensue
I'm talking slit wrist
To the random-est,
Of people only to fulfill my inconspicuous bliss
I'm talking shooting nukes just for fun
Armageddon... Wouldn't that be fun
I'm talking gun towards brother
Knife against mother
And you dread your sleep
Cause that's when the snakes come to eat
And this all happened inside my head

Sometimes it hurt
The pain is inside
Where my demons hide

Also There I hide my soul
In a empty hole
All by it lonesome
No visitors allowed
But somehow she kidnapped my soul
And she wanted my heart for the ransom
She was bad too... And than some
Angel in my eyes
But a demon in disguise
Tempted me to do all the wrong things
Telling me it would be alright
See I was struggling through the days
Barely making it through the nights
She promised to show me the light
So as I see the gold flicker
She said this can be your life
And I told her I'll take it
Because the money and the fame
seems to make everything alright
But wait can you also promise Love
Can you promise me a girl that's
going to be there just because
She down for me
One that if I ever leave
will hold it down for me
I'm talking one that will
go to town for me
Cause that's all I really need
Can you promised me a good seed
To provide my wants and needs
So now I'm contemplating the price for my soul
All in my head

Some times it hurt
The pain is inside
Where my demons hide
Written by
Michael A Bauseman
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