Poems of an Eccentric {My Poems}

You're Dead to Me

Feeling the emptiness, the shallow shell you call Home,

i can't do this anymore, you're not sane,

i'm not dumb

Lies spew from you, seep from your pores,

you actually dare to say,

you expect them to be stored

My mind is my own, not a spawn of you,

don't play your puppet,

the strings are cut and through

Cut and burned is what you've to expect,

you think this is all you,

view it from Satan's prospect

Don't you see from your eyes, the terror you've reigned?

It's the same black and demented torture,

as the demons' chains

All this isn't worth it, i pray that you see,

i want you to see,

what you've done to me

You're done now though, i see that you're spent,

the age old eyes,

with nothing left but sin

Just one more concoction, another necessity,

i wish i had more to say, but i dont now,

you're dead to me.