Zepher's Poem Page

Im in the darkest of light
On the edge of hate and pain
I morn for the love of the heart and soul
Living in the hope of dreams
Daring the life of youth
And for what little things we dwell apon
Ones hidden so deep
Darkening light stretches to my eyes
Down it goes to the depths of my soul
Scrapping it's razors edges against my sensitive, pulsing thoughts
Hate, hate it screams
As I feel the cold denial of all the hurt
caused by one's pathetic needs
Deeper it scrapes
Like the pain of a living soul being burned alive
Screaming the thoughts of all who has fallen to it
To what do we owe this thing
What does it want
How does it become
Living in the place of no morning light
It dwells deep in the soul of weakness
Thriving on the thought of sickness and pleasure
It opens new doors to the demented minds of sick individuals
Scraping as it goes down
Ripping, clawing, bleeding its into you
And you
You do as it orders
Feeling as it feels, living what it lives
And for what do we owe this pleasure
LIFE