Cursed Peace

Cursed Peace

A Poem by Sanctuary Dementia

Bought and sold for our personal prices

Shot down for others supposed perfect cause

Watching this “war” that is continuing on

Dr. Anger fighting proclaiming to have the cure

Semi kind words spun around until only hatred remains

Spelling out velvet tones over a bed of burning coals

But I have no love for the hatred in this power mad town

Yet there comes a line that was drawn that not even I can deny

Private messages sent about the exhaustion of this insanity

Labeling that the time is ready for there to come radical changes

Growing fear at what the results of the monotony will be

So Im taking a chance on the vision that is about due

Once upon a land dead I trusted others to tell the truth

Yet as Im looking around theres crooks everywhere I look!

Tired of all the bullshit the haters keep feeding to us all

Shady preachers begging for attention perpetuating it on

Various accounts sending out orders in yet another con

One preaching peace, another preaching continued violence

Hypocrisy at its best, its exhausting turning in these figure eights

Yet its all in the popular list now, always haunting my screen

Ignoring the lists for days, reading only those under the watch

But seclusion from everything else keeps from discovering new talent

And everyone has their million dollar story to tell; open your eyes

I guess when we thought it was over so long ago, it never really did end

And we’ve got haters using others just for their own plan

I suppose its been forgotten how it is that people are pushed to die

Can you hear the calling for there to come a change?

Come on Dr. you gotta push the needle on through the straightjacket!

Label the insanity in hate filled tones as you will, a rock feels no pain

“You’ve come to see the doctor, Ill take away the questions, make you sure”

Hitwoman for the defenseless, Ill watch the dragons forevermore burn

Got my regrets, and my goals, and now there’s so much to do

Out to put an end to the flaming, do you have something to lose by stopping?

Don’t like the way this story is unfolding? Take a number.

Welcome to the nightmare, you can end it by of peace you sign

Betrayal of a pact, attacking those who write to survive

Big bad wolf feeling so bold at the hatred floating around

Stalkers following pages, this side refusing to look at the enemies

Pain enfolds more so then, at the end of the day we find there’s no point

Downrating? Really why do some seem to feel that rating has a point?

Messages inside of the poetry important and not any fame

Why do you want to make those on this website bleed?

This insanity needs to end, those with any sense know the truth


© 2011 Sanctuary Dementia


Author's Note

Sanctuary Dementia
People are always goin try and bring you down, its in their nature. We are all on this planet fighting to survive, and sometimes people dont realize that the person on the other side of that computer is alive and breathing as well. I know all too well how easy it is to not see others as alive, and that was when peple were standing right in front of me. Now I can see. I've walked the road and seen the cirpses and watched those I love leave. What you dont realize is how every single time your busy attacking theres someone out there who could of needed you just to look at the and smile but you were too busy snarling. Before you start judging the rest of us, look at yourself first, because none of us are perfect.

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Added on April 19, 2011
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Sanctuary Dementia
Sanctuary Dementia

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Misery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..

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