Red in my eyes
in my ears...
Dormant,
in his silent footsteps...
The world we live in is so full of hate misery and...
there is so much bloodshed...
Obsolescence shadows a dampened vista
A darkled stream of concussions...
Misery has become my master,
Putting my heart on a collar...
I was happy now i'm sad
I was good now i'm bad...
Who are you?
what am I...
Poetry is art for the insane.
A minor keyed melody...
A red vertical line crosses my wrist
My nail digging deeper into my skin...
I am the wicked
the misleading truth...
Everyday I drink a bit of poison,
call me crazy but I have a reason...
If you look inside me
You won't find anything...