Silver LiningA Poem by InfiniteInk
The Burden that I hold on my shoulders, only has weight from insecurities.
My mind is the only heavy pain I contain, so my issues aren't that serious,
But my dramatic thoughts cause insignificant No's look like anarchy in the streets.
My rebellious actions is what trap me in hell.
Confused by my heart,
It's desire to help the weak makes its thump heard.
Yet It's revenge against the world is what makes my blood flow.
Death is my best friend,
I met him when I escaped my mothers womb.
Life is who we've fought, but he's so resilient.
But his cryptonite is my sin.
Painful brain impulses just come out to be dreams.
So my dreams are either murderous and bloody or dark and empty.
My nightmare's are days where I grow old.
Just wishing I could live in my dreams,
I deserve so much torment, pain, and agony.
But I live peacefully, conscious of every decision.
Insanity slowly engulfs me, but it's driving me crazy how long it's taking.
My identity is foreign to me, I'm lost between different personalities.
Confused as they quarrel to control my actions,
My lusts dictate my loves corrupting them at every chance leaving me with broken hearts.
They're getting expensive to repair.
If I stare in the mirrors to long it looks like my flesh melts from my bone.
A disgusting sight.
My memories sink dreadfully back into existence.
Now I forget the things I loved to remember.
Water consume me,
Lose my soul in your depths,
Sun blind me,
Make ignorance its beautiful bliss,
Mother forget me,
I was never meant to exist,
Death don't miss me,
When oblivion becomes my new best friend.
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2 Reviews Added on March 23, 2012 Last Updated on April 12, 2012 AuthorInfiniteInkMableton, GAAboutIn the complex realm of ink and paper, my pen reigns as a deity of control, emotion is created through its intuition and its instinct is to be profound and expressive, my pen shall bleed in this realm.. more..Writing
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