POETRY
Death
The world swallows me whole
sucking me in
I ask for one thing
and that is to die
a slash would be nice
right across my wrists
perhaps a bullet penatrating my swollen skull
no, that would be the easy way out
but hell will make it hard
make it bad
make me regret the birth of an innocent child years ago
picking me out to ruin my dreams
killing my hopes
making me hate
hating myself
hating the world
satan cant you just do it witth a blink of an eye
and help me die
The Devil
he chases me wide
trying to take the good inside
my own heart
my only soul
wisk me away from the devil i say
run through the forest
run through the trees
only u can make me happy as can be
wisk me away
wisk me away
wisk me away from the devil
Crying
a life not lived
a life less owned
the only way out
is to cut to the bone
tears are released
running down my face
i cant scream
i cant hide
because the devil lives inside
wantings it to end
let the days pass by
all i can do
is fucking cry
amotic bomb 8-12-98
This will all become a reality
And everyone will all dissapear
The shadows will become a life
breathing in the distilled air
The flames of the burning trees
whispering through the breeze
A young boy cries his heart out
trying to be seen.
You and Me
Times of indow
Pain through my viens
It hurts to be free
When its all laying down
My strenghts have failed
The pressure surrounds me
Swollening me whole
All i see are my foes
Time for a change
change from the past
I just wonder
if I'm going to last
I want it to end
I want the suffering to stop
What I need is to be free
Free from you..and free from me
