this poem i wrote because of other drams that would haunt my dreams. |
Awake to Sleep Alone I thought I was to die, staring at the open sky, As I thought my blood ran cold, finding now I am alone, To love to think to fall apart, leaves me now this healing heart, I held it close within my chest, hoping that what comes is best. I hate my father with a pride, that I show and will not hide, I shout and scream into his face, into chaos fall from peace, I’ve been let out then pulled back in, to what I’ve come to call is sin, Hate is why I’ve turned from peace, because my hate will never cease. Love to hate that turns to joy, for love to hate a torture toy, Fields of joyful flowers come, leaving hate only for some, My quest for joy has been denied, to find alone I have not died, Hand in hand I fall to sleep, into dreams that make me weep. I torture slaughter all my friends, hoping that this life will end, To the sea I throw there bones, leaving me again alone, On my face the blood it dries, as I bleed those bloody cries, To be alone I thought was fun, but now I think on what I’ve done. Awake again I start to cry, staring back into the sky, So warm the light that shines this day, to leave behind the other day, As days go on it turns to night, leaving not a trace of light, So light the candles one by one, and tonight lets have some fun. Lets melt your eyes and burn your flesh, bring to me this pain so fresh, Lets watch you bleed until you die, and listen to another cry, You beg and plea I let you go, yet once again I answer no, Your blood to me it tastes so sweet, giving me something to eat. I’ve dreamt again and start to fear, what could make me shed a tear, If made numb by dreams like those, into stone my heart yet grows, The one I hold within my hear, I find will only fall apart, I love you please just stay away, as we waste another day. Days go by and nights as well, dreaming now into my hell, Bringing peace to hat in shame, making me the one to blame, Leaving people all as dead, as the night into my bed, Now I bathe in acid showers, bringing all the wild flowers. |