He's So Fake

 

He’s So Fake

 

And for what!

The price of one soul,

In exchange for another?

I fail to see your logic.

To see your sight.

I wish I never chose a path.

But how can one blaze his own trial,

When he regrets?

This is where the levels come.

The splits.

In a persona of the old, and ancients.

Adapting the mental mindframe,

and taking it so far.

A scream in sunlight,

I entered Number Three.

And you still play it off,

As if you think you are truly,

The tower.

And pillar of strength.

I will make you bend.

I will make you break.

Destroy you.

Vengence is only so sweet.

And I've only just begun to find its taste.

When you drip to the floor,

thats when I won't be there.

You took it away friend.

And I got my dues.

Can I really blame you?

Not like I didn't try.

 

But I was scared, Mom.

 

Thats the split.

That one thing that makes us different.

I hate you.

Oh God I hate you.

But you fail to realize.

My torment,

pain,

collapsing lung.

I have felt your spectacle.

Your intruding lies.

 

Kill him.

 

I have been split into exactly Seven.

Guarded by a Seventeen.

You will know soon enough

when they strike.

You will feel the blood,

Before you feel the pain.

I feel you don't know what

or who

I am talking about.

 

Just F*****G die.

 

Excuse me

Excuse me.

I normally don't swear.

Level Six

is very hostile

so please excuse him.

I wish to never show him to anyone.

He will cause it to spill

faster then anyone else i know.

 

But he loves you.

 

LIAR.

 

This is how we communicate.

cutting each other down.

you paid an ulimate price.

cut me out.

kill me. please God.

But you are not to blame

don't worry.

i've seen the sea before.

 

Just be calm for once, ok?

 

I WON'T SLEEP UNTIL HE'S DEAD!

 

F*****G SHUT UP!

 

die.

die.

die.

die.

die.

 

But he loves you!

 

I WILL KILL YOU!

 

Be still.

you know not what you have become.

This music drives from your mind.

and its not pretty.

i found energy in pain.

I found things Lord.

Hidden things.

By myself.

Take him away.

 

NO!

I WILL TAKE HIM AWAY

F**K HIM

KILL HIM

DIE

DIE

DIE

.

 

but what from level Seven?

I know not of him.

He was taken from me years ago.

I locked him away first.

So I know I have backup.

 

CAN'T YOU FEEL THE ENERGY!

RELEASE HIM!

IT CAN BE YOURS!

YOUR DREAM!

YOUR FRIEND

SHALL PERISH.

DIE.

DIE.

DIE.

DIE.

 

So much hate locked away.

For only one small child.

I can't seem to find the gates

to get away from this.

I need you to purify.

 

but you love power.

like he loves you.

 

no he doesn't.

he never did.

 

F**K HIM!

 

You must be calm.

 

think this through.

 

Maybe there's another way...

 

(hidden energy deep inside resonates

to hear a cry)

 

You must become one my dear.

With no more splits.

Everything can be yours.

 

And the voice subsided.

His voice so clear

so smooth

I hated it.

Hidden power or not.

he was my true.

He was me.

He was every part of me that i loved.

 

Locked away for all these years

I can't free him from his cell

 

UNTIL HE DIES TONIGHT.

 

become one, my son

and unite.

tie me to her.

Reviews

[Taja B.]

Wow, you sure was angry when you wrote this!lol. But it's really good to get it out-believe me!

Well anyways, this is a very nice poem. It's nicely written and you've clearly shown your emotions in this piece. Plus, it was sort of painful to read-not because of the structure and quality of the poen itself-because I can clearly feel the wrath comming from this poem. It makes me glad that I'm not the person who this poem is being directed to!

Nice job.:) I really enjoyed this and I hope you have calmed down.

[Midnite Writer]

Violence is always the solution, if not you'll most probably always be a caged creature and have the most ridiculous outbursts in the most ridiculous places. That was not a easy forgetful expirience.

You capitavated me, a nice read, writing is the worlds greatest drug, you have a problem, you write, you're bored, you write, you, you know where i'm going with this.

[Angie Jorgen]

*yawn*

[Davia Lynn Bradley]

very interesting, it reminds me of mpd. any chance you'll share the back story? either way it's awesome, I simply love the anger, pain, power, and calm before the storm sense this gives out. very awe-inspiring as far as strength of emotion and how to portray it. keep up the great work, I love reading your stuff.~~Davia~~

[Rhaie]

faster then anyone else i know.

you must mean "than" not "then"

this poem scared me, lol
well you must've hated yourself really huh..
i love it nevertheless

a true piece of art.

[Moonlight]

*blink*

...*another blink*

Alrighty then, you be pissed an' it's showing.

I'm wanting the back-story here (just curious)

Also...?

How NOT to get on your bad side...

*wicked grin*

Moonlight.

[Rie Sheridan Rose]

wow...don't think I want to know exactly what I am supposed to get out of this...

It does capture beautifully a chaotic mind stressed to breaking. I just hope it isn't too autobiographical. :)

[Wulfstan Crumble]

This poem is a mixture of pain, anger and insanity. A chaotic madness.

[Lydia]

i love the contrast between the angry and the calm. i've also come to find that the best parts are always in parentheses. :D

[Matt Shutler]

And you call me dark...