"emmits" poems
I don't feel the pain
The blade cuts smoothly
A burn is present
But its a pleasant feeling
I can't hear the pain
The room is silent
Only my breath remains
Held tightly in my chest
My pain can be seen
The redness flows from within
The pain it emmits is not physical
It comes from inside
Pain from my depths
My blood tells me Im alive
ALIVE IT TELLS ME
Who would want to live with such mediocre beings
Beats Me...
Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 1:51 PM UTC
Doubled-over,
The demons huddle closer.
What they mutter is mostly,
Un-holy "ghosts" with a oath,
To come at me.
Ravage, **** & attack me.
S'like, no, IT IS exactly.
Like wolfs packs
Pushing back thier prey.
Howling,
"Roll over roll over red rover your love is over! And now your love holds low and rolls eyes and emmits a cold shoulder vibe,why even try?"
I need You Jesus Christ.
O'GOD. PLEASE TAKE MY LIFE!
Make this amazing light,
Shine forth out, from both mine eyes!
Tear down every disguise.
Begiuled by idols that cost me my;
fairytale ending.
This is me...
Not pretending.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC