Ughhhh..... Too much beer and xanax... Is it good when the room spins? Beyond that, I declared my love to the lovely goddess i adore and didn't get an exact reply on the matter, so my hopes are up, and i'm preparing myself for the inevitable anti-aircraft flak cannon fire, to bring me down in a burning, shredded mess. *sighs* well, i guess i'll subject you to some of my awful poetry to pass the time... who gives a damn if poetry.com published it, and nominated me as poet of the year..... i've only gotten responses from uppity people wanting my money. lets see how many people think this is crap, to bring me back down to earth.
Tears of Grief:
Weak-willed, distraught, at the thought of the pain.
I look at my soul and I see but a stain.
Poisoned by the life that surrounds me.
Knowing that I am all that I could be.
Tortured by the thoughts in my mind.
I try to see clearly, but I am blind,
blind to the truth of the world that I live in.
The fact that i'm empty from all I have given.
Nothing left in me, I am but a shell,
but no one that sees me can even tell.
The joy on my face doesn't match the inside.
The life I exude even though I have died.
A walking corpse with a mask for a face.
The life that I once lived cannot be replaced.
The one thing that lingers inside of me,
is the despair from which I can never be free.
My tears of grief, they fall like the rain,
but all of the downpour cannot match my pain.
Tears of Grief:
Weak-willed, distraught, at the thought of the pain.
I look at my soul and I see but a stain.
Poisoned by the life that surrounds me.
Knowing that I am all that I could be.
Tortured by the thoughts in my mind.
I try to see clearly, but I am blind,
blind to the truth of the world that I live in.
The fact that i'm empty from all I have given.
Nothing left in me, I am but a shell,
but no one that sees me can even tell.
The joy on my face doesn't match the inside.
The life I exude even though I have died.
A walking corpse with a mask for a face.
The life that I once lived cannot be replaced.
The one thing that lingers inside of me,
is the despair from which I can never be free.
My tears of grief, they fall like the rain,
but all of the downpour cannot match my pain.