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The Green Evil part -1
Contributed by
Cancer
on
Sunday, 13th March 2005 @ 12:33:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
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so much easier
to just let go
and stab the faces
that plague me so
days away can't be used to rest
merely hours of brooding
and time to plan
i used to want to make it through
to see my children grow
now i just want to slit my throat
give up and let it all go
it can't be a cry for attention
if you keep it all bottled inside
they say i'm angry and overly hostile
yet i they only see the smallest piece
a faint twinkling that bleeds through
the mask i've so carefully sewn
and some among them say they know me
but none of them have ever known...
even my wife prefers i fake
so that she doesn't see
the red in me
and i guess it's just as well
she'd take my children away if she really saw
i drink too much
a vice beyond my smoking
it's the only time the monster peeks out
if i could just kill one or two
i think he'd be quiet for awhile
but one or two will never do
it's in me now and there's no turning back
in the further moments
i fancy a time bomb inside
waiting to hit 00:00
i kinda hope i'm around to see ground zero
but by then i'm sure i'll be gone
unable to appreciate
the art in my destruction
so close it feels, though it's deceptive
chain-smoke to drown the empathy
chain-drink to ignore logic and sanity
i want to snap
i just want it to end
peace in the grave
that's what i was promised
i don't even have to take that many
just a few and make a warning
and i know that you read
and you wear a blank stare
because you don't know
you don't understand
and anymore i just can't care
if anyone reads the scrawls that i pen
the vague, enigmatic prophecies i portend
it is just a brief release
to stay the claw of my personal beast
(there's nothing to weed
if everything inside
is a product, a child
of the sun's darker side)
i've toiled for lords
and mastered slaves
the whole time, inside
my monster's grown fat from graves
of pieces of myself
that i've buried in despair
i'd like to say i give a ****
but, anymore, i just don't care
it's just a game on paper
you know it's a cry for help or attention
i don't mean these things
it's just a way to boost comments
that's all i want
really it is
self-assured and faithful in god
yet you will be the first to fall
when i am dead and my master (not satan)
marches through the streets of your world
with emerald fingers he'll decimate
the world you've done nothing to help create
in a matter of days
everything you love will die
i used to wonder if i was crazy
'til i saw the world in which you live
and now i see, i'm the only one
whose sanity has borne the strain
it's coming...
Copyright ©
Cancer
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2005-03-13 00:33:07]
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Re: The Green Evil part -1
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by wyrd_faerie on
Sunday, 13th March 2005 @ 10:27:13 AM AEST
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this is incredible, extremely powerful.
'it is just a brief release
to stay the claw of my personal beast'
wonderful poem. |
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Re: The Green Evil part -1
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by bobotheclown on
Sunday, 13th March 2005 @ 09:19:13 PM AEST
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damn good poem man I loved the feeling
and honesty that you poured into this poem. I
loved it isn't it interesting how we can write so
well when under the influence of something.
Bobo (Joel) |
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