Martyr, Martyr, MartyrA Poem by Thomas B. BuckmanI think it's a tad dark. I'm not this guy. If this poem relates to you, I hope you have someone to talk to. If you don't, let me know. Anyway, Enjoy!
Superficial
Sacrificial Gonna martyr, martyr, martyr today I had enough of your bullshit Enough of your temperment Too many demons to slay... Tired of this life? Take it with a knife. You know I just don't care anymore.. Because I try try try.. Keep you from dying It just isn't worth it anymore. Even though you're loving it I see past the bullshit You sit there and stare some more.. Never seen this side of me Not holding back anymore... Cause you're.. Superficial Sacrificial Self destruction is your game... Cause you martyr, martyr, martyr.. and its getting a little harder.. Sacrifices in your name.. People see it coming They see it and they're running.. No confidence on your side.. Cause you think you're the one And they know you're done Tired of your life-long water slide.. Cause youre Metamorphic Non-Conformist I see you running to the masses who wear black.. I know you Don't know, but you really shouldn't go and I'm not gonna hold you back. © 2009 Thomas B. BuckmanAuthor's Note
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Added on December 29, 2009Last Updated on December 29, 2009 Tags: dark AuthorThomas B. BuckmanOsage Beach, MOAboutMy name is Thomas Buckman. I was a twenty year old unemployed poet... Now I'm a 21 year old member of the United States Army. "My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and .. more..Writing
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