Zero Pulse

by Rich   May 21, 2004


Dazed and confused,
Bleeding and bruised,
Laying still on the floor,
So kick me some more.

Tattered and torn,
Alone and forlorn,
I've long since been dead;
Still trapped in my head.

What's it worth?
What could be worse?
Killing me softly;
My sadistic nurse.

The screams from beneath
Vibrate my teeth,
Like nails on a chalkboard;
Never giving relief.

Festering here
Is my own demise.
The hate that you carry
Is what I despise.

Bearing a grudge
For the human race,
Invading my life,
Violating my space.

So alone here I sit,
Waste in my pain,
Putting up with your shit,
With nothing to gain.

Nothing to gain...
Nothing to gain...
Nothing to gain...
It's here again

A telltale heart
Inside your mind;
You've nowhere to run
And nowhere to hide.
I'm within your soul,
Writhing inside.
It's your turn to see;
See just how I died.

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