DEMONS BECKON MEA Poem by BikerAngie
DEMONS SEEM TO POP UP OUT OF NOWHERE
ALWAYS THERE ALWAYS WAITING WAITING FOR ME TO USE SCREAMING AT ME YOU KNOW YOU WANT ME YOU CAN DO IT HAUNTING MY EVERY THOUGHT MY EVERY NERVE SCREAMING TO LET GO KNOWING THE RELIEF IS THERE JUST WAITING FOR ME TO RELEASE IT MY VEINS CRYING OUT TO ME MY BODY TREMBLES THE DREAM SEEMS SO REAL YET IT IS A NIGHTMARE DISGUISED AS A DREAM TEMPORARY RELIEF FROM PAIN OR IS IT JUST A DISGUISE DEPRIVATION AT ITS WORST ONLY TO BRING MORE PAIN MORE DEVASTATION LOSSES OF RESPECT NO DIGNITY TO BE HAD IN THE DEPTHS OF MY FAILURE ARE THE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND THOSE WHO LOVED ME LEFT WEEPING AFTER MY LOST SOUL CRYING AND SHATTERED MY SHATTERED LIFE IN RUINS THERE LIVES TORN APART THE MYTH AND LIES OF DRUGS THE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE THE PAIN SO SWEET AT FIRST HORSE/ HEROINE SPEED/ METH HOOKED/ WHIPPED NEEDLES/ DEATH AND THOSE LEFT BEHIND PAY THE PRICE LOVED ONES RIPPED FROM THERE LIVES BY THE LIES OF THE DEMON THE STENCH LEFT BEHIND THAT OF THE DECAYING CORPS © 2012 BikerAngieFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on March 26, 2012 Last Updated on March 26, 2012 AuthorBikerAngieDeep Gap, NCAboutI am 47 soon to be 48 years old and beginning a new journey, I have bought a salvage Gold Wing GL1500SE which I am rebuilding to join a motorcycle prison ministry. The bikes name is Born Again she wil.. more..Writing
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