Dark poems

• 

  t0myknight

  
  January 31st 2007, 1:44 pm

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  What is this?
  what kind of world is this?
  I'm at Mickey D's
  sipping on my sweet ice tea
  and thinking why this world is so messed up.
  This world is full with scrubs
  include family and friends.
  They're nothing but just fiends
  who try to take your life,
  fuck up your life,
  and I'm here all alone
  thinking about life.
  Until my god damn phone
  rings, I was in my fantasy.
  I pick up the phone and turn it off.
  Then I realize that my hands are bleeding.
  It bleeds like crazy.
  The amount of blood flow amazes me.
  I coudln't concentrate anymore, just like before.
  I try to stop the blood
  but the cut
  is so deep.
  It gives me a creep.
  I ask myself,
  "am i going to die?
  and finally escape from this cry?"
  The tears of hatred from the people in this world.
  just like me who hated this fucking damn useless world.
  Go ahead, cry some more.
  More than before.
  Let the pain and sorrow take this place.
  Let the darkness in blackhole shatters this place.
  Lets all die,
  so tomorow we don't have to cry
  anymore, and we won't have to be suffer anymore
  like before.
  But don't worry we will reincarnate to a better world,
  to a better place,
  because it's our fate, our destiny,
  for us to be happy, not to be sad,
  so be happy, and be glad that
  our destiny is within our grasp.
  
  
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  I just sit here and cry.
  I don'tknow why.
  Two lines of tears running down my face.
  Like a chase, I try to run away.
  Is it the best way
  not to face?
  The trouble and the pain
  keep pouring like rain.
  I wish somebody would erase.
  All my memories are just waste,
  and forget about everything,
  and starts new thing,
  new life, new fate, new destiny,
  and be happy.
  No longer drowns in darkness.
  No longer cry in midnight.
  No longer feel the sadness.
  No longer lost in my fight
  against thousand needles
  pierce through my flesh,
  and could never rest
  in this darkness of life.
  Cry.

• 

  LedZep

  
  February 4th 2007, 9:50 am

• Good poems ,almost like my meaning