Life is hard , life is grand. I bottle my anger and here I stand. I hate the world , I hate my life. I hate this place , I hate this knife. The one I hold , the one I cherish , the one in me , the one who put me on my knees. Here I bleed , see the red ? This is all my anger and my dread. I want to end it , yes I do. But I'm weak , This you already knew. My time is short , just like my breath. Coming closer is the Kiss Of Death..
You like my pain ? Here keep it . I'm so done with you , and your secrets . Stop with your lies , your driving me insane . See that gun ? I'm about to connect it with your membrane ! I'm crazy now , all for you ! I'll put on a show , oh now you know ? Well congratulations , really how sweet. Now your sorry since I knocked you off your seat . Your not the King , nor the Queen. Just a pawn who's made contact with a DEMON SPAWN ! I know you lie through your teeth ! Wrapped up in anger just like me , but it's to late . To late to say sorry, so I'll see you in Hell . Sorry not Sorry .
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Poems Of a Dark Angel
PoetryPoems I've made. Keep in mind , a lot of these may be depressing because my best work is when I'm about to have a mental break down . So if you can't Handel depressing things , don't read this book. ~ Jenx
