I mimed a crucifix Date: Thursday, 2nd February 2012 @ 05:44:10 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: toska For what I am and what I'm not, You'd adore to see my body rot. Guilt buried so deep down, You'll lose yourself trying to find it. You cannot live without your blanket of delusion, All human life is nothing but an illusion, Although you spend your days in constant confusion. Beneath your shell, Which no-one would ever tell, Past the rage, picture a fresh page- amongst others which are spoilt and damaged. Only one single part of your soul which is not contaminated. I know you possess something beautiful You just don't do beautiful things. So never on your back will there be wings. It shall bear intolerable weight and multiple stab wounds. This poem is Copyright © toska Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=170593