Yet another rather cryptic poem. |
I walk along the tear stained floor Of which I've walked alone Bleeding, scarred and battle torn My sins I deny to atone I use to run so far away When I was but a kid The nasty people they'd shout and say YOU WISH YOU SHOULD'VE HID! I would've laid on the floor bruised and hit Feeling worthless, alone, needless and shit What did I do to deserve this pain? That I'd endure over and over again. They're memories though from far away And now worst things come and bite Leading my sanity off astray I lack the energy to now fight I'd roll around in blades of grass Up on harmony hill Alone with a genocidic butterfly And a diabolical thrill He stood aside me, watched me cry Watched me fall and watched me die My genocidic butterfly whom no-one else can see Somebody who guards and protects, only seen by me We'd both lay in the blades of grass Laughing, rolling and having some laughs Till one day I found a truth Of which I demanded certain proof A WHORE, A WHORE, A WHORE A WHORE!!! You destroyed me, disemboweled and threw me out the door You left me in the bitter cold of uncertain life He told me he'd stay with me and to find comfort in the knife I hid away from all the people who claimed to be my friend Those people who have lied to me, done to the bitter end I know they're fakes, this much is true And if you do the same to me As did had once did You'll wish you had ran away And wished you'd fucking hid What goes around comes around I will tell you now What happened to me is a mystery I don't even know how A dark embrace, the clutch of Hell It did bring me down below No happiness left, no emotions but hate Positivity I refuse to show A false deceit, a lie as such That of which fools believe Their stupidity and gullibility Their only supposed crutch For in my mind of which you see Is hate, torment and neglect I will do upon to you as they did to me Though a knife will have carved your neck I respect no-one nor do I care For the pain that will forever rape me In my dreams I see myself tied down It feels like it started again And I wish I'd do nothing but drown Under gallons of salty water Choking, gagging, dying alone Like a lamb left to the slaughter I am what I am from my history and more From the day of birth I was thrown out those doors Away from the clutch of a mother I never had Whom fucked a stranger supposedly my dad I consider them now worthless and dead But forever haunted till i have her head The people who beat me down left me on the floor They'll feel the pain that I had felt a million fucking more I suffer endlessly every day and onward My pain will be eternal Till the day I drop down physically dead Life will be infernal I use to roll in blades of grass Till I knew the truth Now I resort to blades of glass Whilst rain pours through my roof My friend my only friend, my genocidic butterfly You'll never leave cause I know you'd never let me die Only I can see you and you see me, that much is true We'll fight the world, hate the lot through and through and through. - EmotionallyTorn. Dear my genocidic butterfly. I dedicate this poem in respect to you for all you've done for me. You've stuck by me in times of inevitable demise, you've pulled me through despair. You've done more than anyone has for me, and you've been there all my life. I'm sorry I've insulted you, put you down and so much more. But it's us against the world, us and our pain our history and troubles to come. Fuck everything, fuck the world. It's only us and we need nobody else. Thank you for all you've done. |