Have you felt this..

ok. i am by all means not a real poet. i tried to create something that would create an evil vision , and sound creepy. hows this?

have you ever felt the feeling of hatred
bioling through your blood stream
did you shove your fist down your throat and bury your teeth in
just to spare some pain from your screaming
were your eyes dripping to pools of blood from
you tearing your face till your nerves went numb
have you felt this?
have you felt this way before?

 

i think you guys should post in your evil creations

 

heh, yer don't wanna read the weird/evil shit my brain sometimes produces

 

before i admitted myself
i was seeing fury
it was so rampant and destructive
a holocaust of the world
wishing for burning plagues of wanton suffering
an unconscious exit strategy
to protect my inner-self
so locked away, can't be hurt
if it's surrounded by a shell thats dead already
and projecting the agony of the gap
between life and death
when one knoes a boundless life inside
but can only feel an eternity of suffering outside


not as gory as yours but, eye can dig.

 

thats cool tundra I think mine just belongs in a Korn video

 

I don't feel like looking through all my shit
so for now I will focus on what is in my blog

Embraced or Disgraced but never Erased
I thought I loved you but I could not have been more wrong
How can love be without love returned?
The truth just may be that I despise you
As I am told by your own evil eyes
I look into those wretched eyes and all I see is black
Not just in your pupils but in your soul
A hole in a pocket; sucking each bit of copper
A black hole; taking in but not returning
Cold, empty, and dark, same as my feelings for you
A damp tomb; you encase my living heart
It beats and fights for air but you have buried it
The weight of your hate squeezes it tighter and tighter
Soon I will be put to an eternal sleep
My eyes will close and my breath will cease
And although tonight I may die
It is only so tomorrow I can be born again
Whether in your blood or in redemption

When I wake this will all be past
The horrors be that of yesterday
Tomorrow I will learn to live again
Tomorrow I must learn to hold
And tomorrow I will once again say:
Whether in your blood or in redemption
Soon my tears shall be lost
Soon my heart will be freed
Soon it will all be over


part of a poem about suicide (actually I have that in the poetry section, you should check it out)
All the faking and the pretending...
Fake friends for fake lives
Be truly nice and get shat on
It is the asshole that thrives
Because I have a heart to them I am shit
And it matters not how much shit strives
Shit is still shit and that's how it is
Lets see what happens when this shit gets knives