I feel dead and swallowed by hate the voices are still with me, all they do if fuel the hate and pain in side of me eating away the memory, they keep saying the same words over and over again in my head, "Kill them all and burn the bodies and the evidence....", who I do not know why I do not know either but my pain continues to grow, I do know no one can save me now they are part of me now and here to stay, they will stay till i die and fly though the gates.....
I like the whole mentally unstable/insane tone of the poem... only tip I can possibly think of, is maaaybe split up some of the lines to make it a lil bit easier on the eyes... not that it's a big deal, totally up to you :P
(e.g. something like:
I feel dead and swallowed by hate
the voices are still with me,
all they do if fuel the hate and pain in side of me
eating away the memory,)
I like the whole mentally unstable/insane tone of the poem... only tip I can possibly think of, is maaaybe split up some of the lines to make it a lil bit easier on the eyes... not that it's a big deal, totally up to you :P
(e.g. something like:
I feel dead and swallowed by hate
the voices are still with me,
all they do if fuel the hate and pain in side of me
eating away the memory,)