Random Poems

POEM 2

Insane
Roses are red
And violets are blue
He speaks to the voices in his head
And they sound like you
It is not difficult to understand that all not all loves are true.

He aches and sulks about a lost dream
Visions upon visions that are yet to be seen
He dances to a puppeteers tune
He tries to escape and yet its too soon
It has already been chosen who he is meant to be
And yet the choice was not done by He
He has no commitment to what has already been done
It all ranges from everything to none
He hates all and lost to his void
Leave him in his room,alone,he has always hated the noise

And so he sings again,roses are red
And violets are blue
He speaks to the voices in his head
And they all hate you
If you wish to understand
Bleed till your hate comes true

Part 2

Roses are red
And so is blood
I have come to understand that there is no love
Ten out of ten, I have been left to hurt
I hated it all but not from the start

I ache and sulk about my lost dream
I had visions about the future, and none can be seen
I have been fated to live a puppets life
Dancing in the hand of others with only a string of time
I cannot be who I am, I cannot be who they want me to be
I cannot commit to it and yet I want to be me
All hated and lost to the void
Leave me in my room,alone, I always hated the noise

And so I say again, roses are red
And so is blood
I have come to understand that there is no love
Ten out of ten I have been left for hurt
I hate it all and all from the start