BIG BEARDED BASTARD resident ahole's blog: "poetry"

press so i close my eyes, forever one more time embrace the child inside the serenity deprived plagued by the poison a remedy is clinched slowly drawn within, hesitating to begin so i hold it to my skin press the hate that lies within breeding masochistic sin standing still inside i run, thoughts imitate a loaded gun pointed at the wicked one look into the flesh and smile, leaving it there to bleed a while filtering the things inside weeding out the things that hide struggling to grasp the final consequence the appeal thats failed on the flesh you see my sentence but before i die inside, forever one last time to let the terror there subside roaming in the shadow of the victims at my side, ive seen them fall around me ive heard all their screams inside, calling for the remedy the thoughts inside the gun calling for the execution of who they call the wicked one so i hold it to my skin press the hate that lies within breeding masochistic sin standing still inside i run thoughts imitate a loaded gun pointed at the wicked one so i close my eyes, forever one last time embrace the child inside, the serenity deprived plagued by poison the remedy is clinched, slowly drawing in, hesitating to begin the end ill hold it to my skin, press the hate that burns within fueling masochistic sins standing still inside i run, squeezed, the thoughts unload the gun we dont need you wicked one

she cries she sits alone inside herself and stares at who she was staring at whats left of all the walls she built to protect her from the world she hears them crumbling and cant believe shes becoming someone else as the tears swell, another pill for the pain she knows too well and she cries ill always know who i was ill always know who i was but ill never know just who i could have been cuz ill always know who i was ill always know who i was she cant believe the way this kind of pain has turned her inside out she cannot hide her sins, they're on her skin, still lies escape her mouth trembling she cant conceive how fast and hard she fell apart she sits alone again , drawing in, cradling herself within her arms she feels the coldness of her tragedy her cure runs thru her veins, as the chemical takes control she slowly fades away, further from the girl she was to the slave she is today and she cries ill always know who i was ill always know who i was but ill never know just who i could have been cuz ill always know who i was ill always know who i was i sit alone inside myself and stare at who she was i crashed against those walls before they fell and exposed her to the world i knew her once her gentle touch grew cold against my skin as the tears swell, another pill for the pain i know shes in and i cry ill never know who she was ill never know who she was because ill always know just who she could have been but ill never know who she was ill never know who she was

regret- voices rise from nothing and call upon my name the unknown becoming something peace becoming pain shadows surround im too young to die beating me down im too old to cry pictures on a shelf catch that silent moment staring at myself reaching out to hold it my eyes review my history the final chapter ends every bridge ive burned has blistered me and i cannot go back to mend walk once more the road i chose stumble across my mistakes the final thorn on my wilted rose pierced the last breath i would take i know i cannot turn back time nor erase whats carved in stone they carry me to where i'll lie beneath the seeds ive sewn then all the things i wrote in life that fled my mind to help me through had spoke of death and darkest night..... and have returned to me with truth.