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I like this Poem that ive posted in my msn blog sooo much im posting it here!
A cold Night in the snow
Frost Setting on my cheaks,
Because i wont let it in,
that cutting Wind that blows right threw me.
It stops hard against My skin and Burns the flesh,
trying to Freeze me to the bone,
It drys my throat and seals my lips.
I wont let it take This Feeling.
I wont let it Remove this warmth from my core,
I press on Nearly blinded By the cold.
It cuts through for a moment,
and my heart chills, and in the moment i fall.
Growl in pain, and force myself to stand again;
On i go, step by step, anger Forcing me forward.
Anger Driving me forward,
But that Anger Soon grows Cold.
Stale Like the Ice forming on my lips,
Never Once did i think tears to be so sweet
But in the moment, I remembered that Taste.
The taste of sorrow, bitter, yet sickeningly sweet.
I felt Wicked, My lips parting with a sickly smirk.
the Wind growing harder, Cutting threw me.
I felt like i was the one thing i never wanted to be again,
Cold, Lonly and bitter.
The Pit in my soul, where things go to fester,
Ripped wide open, Forcing a tear to Roll to my cheak and down across my lips.
And i tasted nothing, i felt Nothing,
I thought Of nothing but Living to see the sun rise
In that moment,I felt the thing i locked away,
The monster, Most fear is under the bed,
was inside the maze of a mind that is mine.
The Beast that makes me feral Among clivilition,and a god among outcasts,
making me do harm for harms sake.
The thing that i now know will force me to live threw anything Man Or any god throws my way;
So i allowed it to stay, let it grow and become part of the whole,
Hoping It understand will the lust for warmth, with in and with out.
It does not, It will not.
But even a beast of my own mind can not,
and will not over come that will i was giving.
Soon the want, that turned into a need;
Warmth.
Yet i know in that place where things go to fester,
That No one can accept Something Such as I.
Then i remember i am no beast.
But that place still sings,
Like a Twisted Child Playing on My hopes and dreams;
No warmth For yee, No warmth for thee.
fools folly is all You see,
Bard of Bards;
Oh wont You see!
No warmth for You, No warmth For We.
Come now Bard of Bards,
why wont you see?
You are the fool
You are the Folly
Oh Bard Of Bards, wont You see!
No Warmth for Thee, no warmth For yee
Because fools Folly is all you see,
Give Up, and Never again Play Your tune,
Of ever sweeting Sorrow;
For a deaf Lady,
Give Up the game
forget being Marry
You are a Fool
you are a Folly
Bard of Bards; Do you see?
In the darkness--
Of My mind I scream,
I see, I see.
Alone is what You want Me to be!
I sold My innocest,
given is my soul;
Because i Stole anothers Heart to replace My own.
You speak Her Words, and fester Her rot.
That which She forced me to Face,
Seeing me stare it down to the point it took me.
She threw me away to Save face herself.
Though away already I had began to run,
Knowing her action, in the heart which i stole.
Which Now lays shattered From one end of the road i ran,
To the other on which i now stand.
My own heart Found Once more,
In my new found Home;
though a single room it maybe,
it is where i feel safe.
for the walls have hear my songs of sorrow,
and have not caved.
Now I wish For warmth
for in it is a pure smile
that once it crosses these chilled lips again
With force You Veil, festering, Rot,
Take Leave from My vessel
to be forgoton like the Whore from which you spawned
Leaving me with Nothing by my own twisted Purity
Freedom,and all that which brings warmth and peace into this restless souls eyes
I awake blanketed By snow,
I rise from Its Icy warmth,
To stare into The blinding Light
of which I am humbled to see
as my will was done, I sit and watch the sun rise.
a small spark of warmth Lighting my soul,
--Back to me In that moment I felt it fleeing--
Waiting to Guide me Home.
 hellflame3000 · Thu Dec 22, 2005 @ 12:09am · 1 Comments |
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