Ideal Sins

by Morgan   Aug 15, 2004


With open arms, I welcome my lost obsession
Been a long time since my last depression
New art covers places you can't see
Just the color of my blood overwhelms me
The beautiful flow of red
Sweet dreams of being dead
Hundreds of scars overlapping hundreds more
Glorious pain and misery held in store
Fantasies of sniffing cocaine
Building up my inner pain
All leading up to a magical fair well
I've been waiting to be sent to Hell
One little thought of O.D.ing on meth
Makes me crave a most painful death
Pot, speed, heroin, acid, and mushrooms
Sending my soul to the darkest of dooms
Committing suicide is a delicious dream
Creative deaths that'll make you scream
The most horrible and unforgivable sins
I wish to commit over and over again

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