Twisted Paranoia

by Maz   Mar 30, 2005


~ Twisted Paranoia ~

I live this fcuked up life, no meaning, only pain,
My mind is just so lost now, I have nothing left to gain,
Set alone in darkness, fears come seeping through,
Left to suffer at a rusty hand, with only thoughts of you.

My voices getting louder, screaming in my mind,
My torturous memories and my paranoia combined,
I urge to release, I loath what is coming ahead,
I beg to be saved, let it be another time instead.

The pull only gets stronger, insanity takes its hold,
My mind is racing further, my body’s growing cold,
I can only pray that this time, blood will dry up fast,
That my weakness for bloodshed will no longer last.

I'm twisted, weird and screwed up, unique to say the least,
I'm a shadow of my former self, From beauty to a beast,
My body scarred and ugly, from times Iv lost my mind,
The times that I have suffered, and only felt confined.

I am just so pathetic now, afraid each day of what I’ll see,
Another scar, another tear, maybe a corpse left to bleed,
This mind blowing obsession has taken me by the soul,
I fear since my mind is not my own, I’ll now never be whole.

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 19 years ago

    by Confused Angel

    wow that was a very great, unique poem. I loved it keep writing take care

  • 19 years ago

    by Lmay

    thanks for ur comment, really kind of u! :)
    i loveeeeee this poem, its got so many layers to it! well done hunni!

    xXx

  • 19 years ago

    by Timothy

    Awe-inspiring sense of surrealist and unconformed rhyme skill. Un matched by any, comparable to few, this is actually a deeply disturbing vision of a hurt and lonely person. I hope you can produce work similar to this, only not in the dark sense of suicidal tendencies. Completely overwhelming to read when in a mood of depression and lowliness. Fcukin-A on this one babe, commendable and descriptive of an inner insatiable desire not many people can cope with to your level of understanding; the words strike me as uneasy and disheartened. Please make this less of a attern in relation to content, not quality. the quality is amazing.

Read All Comments (3)

More Poems By Maz