At The End Of The Day.

At The End Of The Day.

A Poem by NamelessBeast.
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At The End Of The Day.

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The poison in my veins, the fire in my eyes, the quiver in my voice as I feed you lies,

I must quench the fire with the clear skies, release all the poison until my heart dies, 

Slowly moving around my body it burns, but slowly my less-the-half alive mind learns, 

That the broken feeling is really there, and it gets worse every time I care, 

Become a monster - I will to save myself, and every time we meet you cross yourself, 

Saying "That girl is touched by the devil" but you should know that even the devil, 

Will never ever reach my motherfucking level of purest evil, 

Fullest pain, and strongest hate, So just you f*****g wait. I'll never be late, 

I want all of you - friends and family - to see just how much you've done to me, 

I think you might do a double take, and look at me and think "For goodness sake!"

But goodness has been long gone for ages, so I'm trapped in this world of violent rages, 

And pain for everyone else but none for me, simply because I refuse to see, 

The pain in my eyes and the hurt in my heart, that slowly but surely is tearing me apart, 

So I stay costumed as this innocent girl you see stood before you, 

And I continue to do what I used to do, So I still steal from and lie to you, 

I can't be bothered to change my ways, Not when this way pays, 

The goods and the money are everything that I need, 

Don't need no razor blade to be freed, This is my warning. I warn you heed, 

My words and you do I as say, If you wish to survive another day. 

Another day in this world so cruel that it'll take your soul and give you gruel, 

And it'll steal your smile, return it broken and to compensate it'll give you a token,

For one person to lean on. Who it'll then snatch away. Come on. Live another day. 

Life is hard and it's gonna be tough and we all knew I was f*****g rough, 

But once Dean went it got harder to breathe and easier to seethe.

So I made plans in my head as I lay awake in bed, I wanted you dead, 

And then you left me too. And now I'm stuck wondering what to do. 

I'm stuck in a world I don't understand and I'm standing up, looking around, 

For someone to help me but no one will come because I pushed them away. 

It's all my fault at the end of the day. 

© 2011 NamelessBeast.


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