J0hn
11-26-2006, 12:17 AM
I died long ago when I ventured out into the big cruel world. I suffered long enough to realise it was filled with hatred and distrust.
I stare long and hard to those stars high up in the night sky. I often whisper something softly, in desperation, I cry.
Locked in a sphere filled with torment and fear. Many miles from peace and many hours of endless sleep.
Worries, concerns, tossing without seise. Feeling the cold, the wind beneath my feet. The chills going down my spine, body is aching all the time. I am ashamed of myself, I let it all go and blew it all away. A criminal, an outcast, a nobody in a world of judges.
Feelings of hopelessness, tearful reactions and drama that has killed me when I was barely out the trenches.
A child, vulnerable and scared. No parents, no love and nobody who cares. Abused and battered, black and blue. It is all over for me, but it isn't for you.
I kind of wish that I was never born. Then atleast I wouldn't be abused, battered and torn. Alone like a warrior, hardened with fear and anger. Eyes filled with rage, there is a hulk inside that skeletal cage. There is a debt that must be paid, and I aint leaving here, this battle ground until one of us is slayed.
Your eyes look at mine, mine look at yours. You retract your shield of wealth and I pull out my sword. You lied to me and you told me wierd things. Look at me now and see that you have commited so many sins.
You throw away your shield and I ask you why. You do not give me a reply, you just stand and stare, giving me the evil eye. I lift up my sword and walk towards you. I lift up my sword above my head and realise killing you is something I could never do. Then you get your shield and you run like a coward. Scared and torn. I have spared your life, but you return here and you will surely die. For you have been warned.
I look to the castle standing on top of the hill, I start walking toward that gothic mansion and feel a nasty chill. Looking back at the twinkling houses down below. All different colours and bohemian neighbours. Perhaps they won't mind me if they let me into their lives. Maybe in the end my presence may not be welcome. So I return to my castle, all alone and incomplete. I open the fridge and bloody hell, there aint a single bite to eat. I go up to the roof and can see many holes in it and cobwebs dangle from wooden beam to wooden beam. I take a look at my notice board and find out that I am not the only one who is unusual. Pictures and newspaper cuttings of miracles and siamese twins.
I look back at my life, I am not entirely innocent for I have also sinned.
I stare long and hard to those stars high up in the night sky. I often whisper something softly, in desperation, I cry.
Locked in a sphere filled with torment and fear. Many miles from peace and many hours of endless sleep.
Worries, concerns, tossing without seise. Feeling the cold, the wind beneath my feet. The chills going down my spine, body is aching all the time. I am ashamed of myself, I let it all go and blew it all away. A criminal, an outcast, a nobody in a world of judges.
Feelings of hopelessness, tearful reactions and drama that has killed me when I was barely out the trenches.
A child, vulnerable and scared. No parents, no love and nobody who cares. Abused and battered, black and blue. It is all over for me, but it isn't for you.
I kind of wish that I was never born. Then atleast I wouldn't be abused, battered and torn. Alone like a warrior, hardened with fear and anger. Eyes filled with rage, there is a hulk inside that skeletal cage. There is a debt that must be paid, and I aint leaving here, this battle ground until one of us is slayed.
Your eyes look at mine, mine look at yours. You retract your shield of wealth and I pull out my sword. You lied to me and you told me wierd things. Look at me now and see that you have commited so many sins.
You throw away your shield and I ask you why. You do not give me a reply, you just stand and stare, giving me the evil eye. I lift up my sword and walk towards you. I lift up my sword above my head and realise killing you is something I could never do. Then you get your shield and you run like a coward. Scared and torn. I have spared your life, but you return here and you will surely die. For you have been warned.
I look to the castle standing on top of the hill, I start walking toward that gothic mansion and feel a nasty chill. Looking back at the twinkling houses down below. All different colours and bohemian neighbours. Perhaps they won't mind me if they let me into their lives. Maybe in the end my presence may not be welcome. So I return to my castle, all alone and incomplete. I open the fridge and bloody hell, there aint a single bite to eat. I go up to the roof and can see many holes in it and cobwebs dangle from wooden beam to wooden beam. I take a look at my notice board and find out that I am not the only one who is unusual. Pictures and newspaper cuttings of miracles and siamese twins.
I look back at my life, I am not entirely innocent for I have also sinned.