Thinkin' About You.

Thinkin' About You.

A Poem by NamelessBeast.
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Thinkin' About You.

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"Death to the many, life for the few",  

All this morbidity got me thinking about you,

You know how I felt about life without ya, 

Told me that you'd never have that power, 

Didn't know that it would hurt to breathe, 

When you're gone. Didn't know you'd leave, 

Didn't know that it would hurt so bad, 

To think about what we could have had, 

It's like a black hole, darkness, a hollow cave, 

It has become the master and I the slave, 

I try to fill it with these other memories, 

But this pain, it's constant, it won't cease, 

I can't get rid of these memories of you, 

It hurts, but I survive. What else can I do?

My life, my mind, deifies all and any reason. 

To cross me is like committing treason, 

Cos the only thing that ever held me back, 

Was ripped away. I'm willing to attack, 

I'll not play games any more, I'm a demon, 

I'd rather die then admit I was beaten, 

Cos I miss Josh so much, but he's long gone, 

He was my conscience, told me I was wrong. 

And I miss Dean, he was my very soul, no lie. 

I know I wasn't there, but I felt him die. 

Missing Max, he was like another limb to me, 

He said it was okay to set the beast free, 

But he told me when to reign myself in, 

He was in a gang yet he was afraid to sin,

They taught me how to fight when it got hard, 

And they noticed when my skin got scarred, 

They noticed all the pain I tried to hide, 

And I knew they could tell if I ever lied. 

So I never tried. They knew me too well,

They could save me from the darkest hell, 

But they were taken away from me forever, 

I did and still do, everything I said I'd never,

So my heart turned cold. Pain became fun, 

You all better be ready, get ready to run. 

I'm going to kill you, see if I can make

The clock rewind and the bonds of death break, 

I'll cleave though your skin, bone and sinew, 

Your own mother wouldn't recognise you, 

Not after I'm through hacking your to bits, 

Run run little kiddies, I don't call quits. 

I'm sick of breathing without you all here, 

So I'll made my legacy something to fear. 

© 2011 NamelessBeast.


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NamelessBeast.

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