Is my soul worth the price of recklessness
Will the forever stains on be worth the experience
The mars on my humanity
Will taint the blood that runs through me
A monster of man
This is what I am
These hard times made me desperate
I did what I needed
It was not my fault
I am a monster of man
My demons and pasts haunt my hours so
Why must my hardships be lived again
And why must my guilt be felt once a new
For once was a young one
It is always mine to burden alone
As I do and it haunts me so
My Insanity drives spikes and rivets into my brain
How long is madness at bay
What is genius when it is hidden
Why fight when I can succumb
These demons don't let me sleep
They are everywhere tearing my life apart
When do lies become absurdity
And when did I begin to believe them too
The perfect crime is just that
A blemish that makes you evil for eternity
The price of immortality is an act for and worthy of remembrance
A man is not immortal
For to try is his madness
His actions can live forever but little is it known
Or sought to try for it through his actions
He will strive for his perfection but will wind up in my madness
When he screams it's my nightmare
When I hunger he will be a feast
Of pain and sorrow to fill the void left by my crimes and guilty conscious
For my soul is no more so it hungers greater
And mine are the demons to face
A burden left to the strongest of heart
The foolish in action and the one made in mind
All mine
Help is a burden not taken
My madness will steal you too
I am alone in my struggles
My demons
My reflection
Is it still pain when it is imagined
Is it still hatred when there is no rhyme or reason
No sanity
No conviction
Is it still insanity when I diagnose
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I wrote about insanity and other dark themes.