Wicked Wicked Ways

  Somebody check my pulse please, I think I'm dieing.

I feel the tears pouring down my cheeks, I must be crying.

What is this state of mind I find myself in?

How it this frame of torture I get inot all to oftin?

Why do you beg and borrow? Why do I steal and squander?

 

  I keep company with sarrow, and confidence with coin.

I take pleasur in the timid, and I will not nurse the week.

Mine enemies are my closest friends, and my friends do not exsist.

I have never given more than take, and I take all that I want.

 

  You run from all that you see, your shadow a grimace, a stain on society.

A succubus come hither, a terrible twist of fate.

You cringe in fear at the flicker of a light, I live right there beside you playing with the switch.

 

  I must be dreaming everything around me.

I pinch myself and feel the pain but still I sleep and sleep in vain.

I'm the harbinger of pestulance, the purveier of pandamonium.

Panick is my wheapon, and I am wicked in my ways.

 

  So somebody check my pulse please, I think I'm dieing.

I feel tears streaming down my cheeks, I must be crying.

What is all this confusion, I can't make sense?

How is this state of terror?

Why do I find my spine so tense?

 

  I have faced down all of my fears, found out through all of the years, that I cried all of those tears for nothing.

 

  You parade your prejudice as pride.

Your diginty is the indiginties sufferd by your hand and you where it on your sleeve.

You're running from her when she's asking you to stay.

I'm whispering in her ear, you want to take her life this day.

 

  Im terrified, that I have died, and this is nothing but a dream.

So if I wake before I sleep, then pinch me when its real.

But if I die before I live, then let me dream and feel.

Because if all of this is just a dream, its really not that big a deal.

Author's Note

Please ignore any minor grammar and spelling errors if there are any. Otherwise feel free to critique this piece.

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

ignore, they become a part of the art, so I won't ,I just think they add to the rhythm,place a seen of time,
a stamp of authenticity,yours.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Heavy piece of work, and the errors add to the nature of the piece in an odd way. You spiral out of control and so does the writing of the hand that wrote it.

Excellent piece.

[realmwriter]

Thank you Kenneth and please read above. I agree. The grammar and spelling issues add to the piece in this case. Unusual!

[Tate Morgan]

I find i interesting a young mans look at his life and morals

[realmwriter]

Thank you very much Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

You are welcome man that took a while lol

[Tate Morgan]

You r welcome

[realmwriter]

Yeah it did. I was banned from the public library in Sac for speaking out against a certain guard and my phone has been off for a while.

[Ripple of Aqua]

I like how this is set up, makes me envision a man laying on the floor, broken and twisted as he desperately tries to pull himself back together.

[realmwriter]

WOW your good, because that is what I was picturing as I was writing this piece.