from nw on every once in a while i'll write some poems and stuff and post them here.
otherwise no1 would read them.

It’s hard to wake up.
When you have nothing to live for.
The words you said.
The love you promised.
What does it matter?

The searing hot metal plate burns its way into my flesh.
Marking me for what I am.
A sly knave, an ace of spades.
This is what I truly am.

Lies are what I know, and lies are what I make.
We must one day all return to the dust from which we come from.

The white-hot light scorches my pale back.
As the sweat drips from my feeble brow.
The weight of everyone’s expectations crushes my pathetic soul.

As I contemplate my failure alone,
My tormented soul weeps.
With Satan laughing as I eternally rot,
I wait for the grim reaper to take me home.

As the mournful cellos play, my heart is torn to shreds yet again.
The somber notes tug at my heartstrings to no avail.
They have already been worn out.

My vision slowly fades to black.
My blackened soul; is it worth saving?

A macabre chorus of diabolic voices rings out to me.
They whisper sinisterly
“Welcome home, to the sanatarium.”

I enter the clasp of the sandman.
He lulls me to sleep gently with his gentle touch.
Alas!
He I but another Albert Fish.
Charming my soul for his twisted purposes.

The master of puppets is calling to his humble pawn.
Like a sutured ghoul, I heed his call.
Even as my hands follow his will,
My trapped soul screams from within to stop the madness, to no avail.
Is this a fate worse than death?
Someday I wish for my soul to be free.

Just as the future looks too bleak,
The graceful angel comes to save me from my doom,
Saving me from languishing in eternal gloom.
Is she too late?
Has my soul been raped?
What does it matter anyway?

As I see her beautiful smile,
My heart heals.
Even though the memories never fade,
The touch of an angel comforts the stricken.
As I my heart slowly resuscitates,
The pain slowly fades…
Only to be replaced with scars…