disturbed, perturbed, unheardA Poem by Eyudo
Disturbed, perturbed, unheard
In the mind frame of the one Sets in on delirium Telling the demons to stay away I whisper, "I don't want to play." Crashing, slashing, fighting, biting Clawing my way out of the dark Seeing, being, attacking, reacting Now here comes my favorite part: Disturbed are the thoughts that come to me Perturbed is the pain and agony Unheard is the words that I say When I'm alone And the heart beats of the one Every pulse shot like a gun And the voices can be fun But I shouldn't do what they want done Feeling sad and wanting it bad They always talk to me Seeing is belief Feeling no relief With the monsters I see Disturbed are the things that I see Perturbed is the torture done to me Unheard is my frightened scream And I'm alone So in the soul of the one The emotion is so numb I left the human deaf and dumb But then the sirens made me run Psychotic is erotic Mental malfunction is a motive Asylums say I may be sick The law says I'm a fugitive Disturbed in the things that I've done Perturbed is the people that I stun Unheard is the anger and the tears Now leave me alone! In the eyes of crazy You can see the misery No mommy didn't love me On her abuse we didn't agree Maniacal can be deniable I blame the suffering Are my actions so dreary Ending them makes me weary Disturbed is the reasons for what I do Perturbed is my point of view Unheard is my side of the argument Will someone come home? And the ideas are in corruption And it starts after angers eruption Then that time I do my crime And the demons comfort me Evil is as Satan says But I meant no harm It's just the things I see and they start to speak And it sets off an alarm I loved the first one I took out And the others that are behind I just go crazy when they shout Something's wrong in my mind Disturbed are the ways that I am Perturbed is the issues that I have Unheard is a way of helping me Who will give me love? Mistreated, defeated, and misleaded I never had a chance to be good Broken past where nothing last I turned out how I should So my heart and soul and all my mind No one as disturbing will you find Live in fear of hallucinations Just make all the voices stop! Nightmares are vivid creations Now I am a news sensation Exploiting my illness and my life My spirit just takes the knife Disturbed is my whole story Perturbed is my mind and my misery Unheard are my cries of pain When I'm alone.. © 2009 Eyudo |
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Added on October 16, 2009 AuthorEyudoPainesville, the city of pain....., OHAboutBUY MY WRITING!!! CLICK HERE! well, all yu humans can call me Eyudo (Eye-Yoo-Dough), since not many knows or calls me by my real name, i have to stay mysterious when i can :) infested more..Writing
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