Bad Dream

Bad Dream

A Poem by Loves Last Hope

i need to sit i need to think
when im depressed i need a drink
i sit alone in this darkness
you think id ask for Gods forgiveness
not a chance i am what i am no neew to weep
you think im so happy but im the wolf in the body of a sheep
make my demon come out and you'll know the real me
a cut on the wrist how bloody it could be
it feels so war, funning down my finger tips
how i need a kiss from only your lips
to soothe the pain pounding inside my head
it keeps me up all night laying in bed
i lite my candles and sit with my Devil star
my body is near, with a missing heart my mind is afar
drowding in blood waiting for your hand to help
the Devil grabs my throat no time to yelp
everyone turns and walks away
leaving me to die here like a stray
no one would care i will not be missed
he lurks in the shadows i hear a hiss
take me now end all this pain
i wake up screaming all this was in my brain
look myself in the mirrior and try to smile
knowing ill be back there in a little while.

© 2012 Loves Last Hope


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Loves Last Hope
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There is a demon inside us all, huh? I like this poem. Keep up the good work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


There's some grammar and spelling errors that you should take a look at, just a small note.
I really liked the first 5 lines! The fluency in some small parts struggled but overall this is beautiful!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aside from some spelling and grammar mistakes, it's beautiful. Great work, keep writing!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 8, 2012
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Loves Last Hope
Loves Last Hope

london, Canada



About
me well i was born on nov 10 1995 my name is darrell i have a dark past. i get random depression. im emo and in love thats what fuels my poems tho so im happy to be me im bad at spelling so dont hate .. more..

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