Weekend Horrors.

*Wicked grin*

It's about nothing in particular, just the way I guess I fucked up;

Guess I've burned you bad; Guess life is cruel.

Nothing is the same as I forget, forget to say the words to wake me up.

I've been dreaming for far to long and now the reality is here:

This is real; This is You; This is the love you've shown

too great to compare to what I want to give myself.

Yeah, I guess I fucked up saying thinking those fears to life.

Sorry I'm not the best, but I'm the nightmare living inside your perfect head.

Yeah I guess I'm the blood running to your heart, the poison that eats you into death.

Don't take this the wrong way, but I want to be You.

I want to feel the blood encircling my heart,

this one in my chest that doesn't beat until I think of you.

I want to be the poison that eats me into death

because the grave is the only safe place I have from the pain.

What have I or you gained?

Guess I was wrong to let their words in and now I'm shoving them out.

This is my weekend horror as Friday draws to a close.

Love is all I've got and this body is slamming into the walls that surround us.

Evil laughter filling this head as I'm turned into a monster, just for you.

It's about nothing particular, just the way I guess I fucked up;

Guess I've burned you bad; guess life is a thrill when it's you.

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

*evil grin* Nice work. I really enjoyed this one..xx

[A Risen Heroine.]

Such powerful imagery you left me with... Wow... I don't know what to say.... Except... I really, really like this poem, keep up the awesome work hun!

~A Fallen Heroine~

[Wolfwind]

What a flow of a tormented soul, with a weave of the sadistic in there I would think. It certainly leaves some powerful imagery in the mind and makes on step back and go woh...

Thanks for sharing!
Aaron