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Spitting, wisdom of the snake,
injects me with paralyzing venom
damage done, what could I have been?
I contemplate softly, to devil seen.

There's no comfort of warm blanket,
My eyes are open to satanic lies,
but also to the un-truth of a God who died,
Spinning top, to cries in wind as I fly.

There is a dark shape that follows me,
Beneath me, over me, swallows thee,
guilt builds up, like a circus which never stops,
I hear the whispers whenever I eavesdrop......

I get swallowed by pain that's hallow,
I am but cargo to my evil shadow
I sit and sip my intoxication bliss,
I am but the this to what I'll miss,

I am all but innocence in my own eyes,
I can't live with my own sins and lies,
I am but anyone to catch dove as she flies,
I am anyone to turn to with questions why.....

This demon, it sits and watches over me,
waiting for vulnerability that it will see,
I am the guilt lit up for all flames thus seen
I am the in-between to what could have been.
All of my poetry today have been old ones. This one actually caught the attention of a poet who would mock me when I wrote too intoxicated. He actually liked this one, the only one he ever liked of mine.
Marius Banik Jun 2018
16
No love
No hope
No dream
Daddys car
Lethal speeds
Touch me
Where? Away
Alcohol is expensive
Parents agressive
Anywhere but here
Drive
Drive
I hate my friends
Hate you too
So stay quiet
And love me
Only thing killing us
Is death
Poetic T Apr 2018
Tying worries into
             circles of string.

Loops of eternity,
        coalescing worries.

For which I hung upon,
           every knot was silent.
Depression & string theory, more or less how much to hang ones self by :(
Beinghonest Feb 2016
I feel helpless,
I don't know what to do,
how to get rid of this sad feeling :
I feel helpless...
Feeling really blue and I don't know why.

-just being honest
Shadows of Night Mar 2015
No matter what I do,
The darkness won't go away.

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