Clouded DemonA Poem by Christopher Hampton
I was a sick fiend
Who beat heaps of rust To meet me would mean we'd compete til' out feet gushed I was the king but I feel like I'ma com-bust I can't breath because I'm six feet deep in the mud Defeat is enough This treatment is tough I say I'm strong But I just keep on beating me up It's easy to cup the pain and laugh it off Because when I get home suddenly the mask comes off The flask is tossed Chemicals are splashed across My skin and the laughter is blackened with ash and dust Attack I must My lack of trust Causes me to be an a*s when I'm asked to love The passion thrusts Bursting the pain back at me I slit my wrists Just to see how black it bleeds It nags at me You're just a bunch of fallacy So maybe you should think twice before attacking me.
© 2013 Christopher Hampton |
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Added on November 2, 2013 Last Updated on November 2, 2013 Author
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