*Authors Note:
This is a somewhat depressing poetry booklet, so if you're in a good mood, DO NOT READ THESE! Thank you!
Fear
Fear…
It is a dark deep blood red that bleeds from bodies.
Fear…
Is something you see in the eyes o your prey, cowering before you.
Fear…
Tastes like the boiling of rats feet in a bat of vomit deep within a black calderon.
Fear…
Can smell like the sweat spilling in waves into the air mixing with the smell of newly soiled pants.
Fear…
Can be heard by the screaming of tortured souls from those who have done nothing but wrong.
Fear…
Is something you can feel crawling on your arms and will never leave you for the rest of your miserable life.
Why Does?
Why does my life always take
A turn for the worse when I
Can see the light of happiness
Ahead?
Why does my life always
Blacken in a cave of despair
Where the light of laughter
Cannot penetrate?
Why does my life always feel
Like I’m in the darkest tunnel where the laughter
Of those who hurt me echo around the walls?
Why does my life always seem
To be lived underground
Where only the screams of
My tortured soul escape
Above into the surface
Where the light of love can
Heal it?
Why hasn’t my life gotten better?
When Crying Seems Impossible
I try to live life no matter
How hard it gets.
Trying to jump over every
Obstacle I’ve met.
I try hard with everything in me.
Yet I’m the only one able to see.
I never give up or give in.
I don’t even try to sin.
In my heart is where I truly know.
That even if my life is low
I will never stop but continue to go.
Life Isn’t Always Fun
When life gets out of control,
You seem to wanna climb into a hole,
Where you won’t have to see anyone’s faces,
Which helps so your heart doesn’t start running races,
At seeing thing that are truly terrifying,
And cause yourself to start tearing,
Your limbs and heart.
Before it was beyond the start,
Back when everything was okay,
And no one knew what to think or say.
The Truth Hurts
Love ends, get over it.
Life ends, get over it.
You ball your eyes out, don’t worry,
You’ll get over it.
My Life
My life is in a personal pit of Hell
Devoid of emotions that tell
Doesn’t matter place or time
All I know is it’s always mine.
The Devil rules here
A lot more than just mere
If I discover the truth I won’t stay
Because I know I figured it out that day
And will be well on my way.
