Gods and antidepressants.
on the other side...
my blood has turned yellow
on the bathroom mat floor..
the bathtub has begun to
turn red...
somebody died here i tought;
i slured pathetically "it smells
like dead in here" and misery
came with her insane kisses
of falseness, this must been
a misstake "what i'm doing here"
i said, but knew it was all over
i rinsed away the grimace from
my lips, with another spray of
cold red water, rubbed
away the disguise from my body
and concealed the pain, from that
night.
if it was yesterday?, i dont remember
i doesnt dare remember now.
it was simple enought it wasnt her
anymore.
soembody rung the bell, demons
knocking at my door, they would
found their way in somehow i knew
paranoid in necropolis.
the artificial river from the TV flew
like small imaginary birds of blurring sounds
and pictures, i felt like to pull the cord.
but was too tired to move, i wanted to
stop those beasts from crawling in from that
machine into my head.
she would never get any rest here i knew
or peace, she or he damn
they are all the same person anyway.
maybe i should give up for the dark powers
outside my door...
but i think i let it be, atleast for a while...
they will just eat me, alive, rip me in pieces
i know others who been realised by that...
i tried to crawl up from the bathtub but i
was paralyzed totally i noticed that my blood
was mixed with water, diluted, colored red
but i didn't bleed anymore so it was okey
i guess..
i almost float in the water my white skin
i'm so white... give me sunshine...
but i cant move, not even look myself in
the mirror, weird enought i doesnt even
feel any real pain anymore... oh, i did cut
myself really bad i think, anyway...
i think i'm dead enought this time it didnt
last long.. well, i dont acknowledge it for
myself not yet, well, it was me who killed
me...
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2007-05-20 at 04:19
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The holy spirit and me
We whisper to each other...on the other side...
my blood has turned yellow
on the bathroom mat floor..
the bathtub has begun to
turn red...
somebody died here i tought;
i slured pathetically "it smells
like dead in here" and misery
came with her insane kisses
of falseness, this must been
a misstake "what i'm doing here"
i said, but knew it was all over
i rinsed away the grimace from
my lips, with another spray of
cold red water, rubbed
away the disguise from my body
and concealed the pain, from that
night.
if it was yesterday?, i dont remember
i doesnt dare remember now.
it was simple enought it wasnt her
anymore.
soembody rung the bell, demons
knocking at my door, they would
found their way in somehow i knew
paranoid in necropolis.
the artificial river from the TV flew
like small imaginary birds of blurring sounds
and pictures, i felt like to pull the cord.
but was too tired to move, i wanted to
stop those beasts from crawling in from that
machine into my head.
she would never get any rest here i knew
or peace, she or he damn
they are all the same person anyway.
maybe i should give up for the dark powers
outside my door...
but i think i let it be, atleast for a while...
they will just eat me, alive, rip me in pieces
i know others who been realised by that...
i tried to crawl up from the bathtub but i
was paralyzed totally i noticed that my blood
was mixed with water, diluted, colored red
but i didn't bleed anymore so it was okey
i guess..
i almost float in the water my white skin
i'm so white... give me sunshine...
but i cant move, not even look myself in
the mirror, weird enought i doesnt even
feel any real pain anymore... oh, i did cut
myself really bad i think, anyway...
i think i'm dead enought this time it didnt
last long.. well, i dont acknowledge it for
myself not yet, well, it was me who killed
me...
Poetry by asshole
Read 480 times
Written on 2007-05-20 at 04:19
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