frank_castle

A poem I wrote

Red

I listen to screams on cds, the soothness is sooo unbearable and my ears slowly look at suicide for help,
desperation sets in and makes me feel at ease, i want to scream with all my might but my vocals are covered with inquires and darkness
ciggerette burns all over my body, hell seems like humble place compared to my loveless half-empty glass,
cells grow with each sin that passes me, they die as my aches for freedom from this corpse filled field,
you look deep into my eyes you see death and destruction, all your evils, your sickly past devours you future that is clean and unmasked,
dead flowers rot around me, half eaten carcasses bloom new dark flowers and serenity is carved out of their hearts,
sleepwalking ghosts roam the halls of my mind screaming sin is not here over and over again,
anger flames around me, hotter , hotter, but i do not feel the heat all i feel is the shame that burns my mind's eye,
i am struck by lightening a thousand times, should i feel blessed or should i shun my admiration,
i beat the wall of kindness, my hands are bloody, the wall slowly grows around me and it becomes my stale coffin,
impassioned knives come at me, they cut out the beauty of the world, i feel sickly and i fight to keep a ounce of the brawls that keep me alive,
all I see is Red, all I feel is Red, I am Red