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Deceit: A Wolf in Sheep's Skin
Deceit.
The mask evil wears.
Hideous lies, so beautiful to our eyes.
Deception.
The sheep skin is on.
A wolf prowling as the lamb.
The truth is dark,
But defeat is black.
When pain becomes your light,
It has conquered. It has won.
How does it feel…
To want to die?
What is it like…
To have no tears to cry?
When did you give up the will to live?
Where does the hurt of no hope…
…finally end?
Is that all you can feel…
…Anymore?
-Your own inflictions?
Crimson blood,
Along your wrist.
Gashes across
Your vein.
Does it end your pain?
Do not submit.
Do not give in.
Evil wears a mask,
The wolf is in his guise.
Can you see past the lies?
- by Pyromaniac-Rebel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/02/2008 |
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- Title: [Deceit]-Wolf in Sheep's Skin
- Artist: Pyromaniac-Rebel
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Description:
My inspiration comes from the people around me that I see day in and day out but hardly know. I saw the wrists of a girl I semi-know and they were covered in scars. Things like this trigger a sort of sad anger inside of me that I don't know how to deal with.
Feedback is appreciated. Only the truth. Thanks. - Date: 11/02/2008
- Tags: deceit deception pain anger cutting
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Comments (5 Comments)
- DemeaningMeaning - 11/08/2008
- very nice, my friend. I tend ti write better when im either in pain or sad too. Actually im both right now...
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- Summer Fallwinterspring - 11/03/2008
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I actually liked it up until you started talking about self-injury.
Everybody does the self-injury thing in poems. - Report As Spam
- -chino- x3x - 11/03/2008
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omg! ! this is deep ... but ill say its quite good ..
you really have to read it just to understand it ..i'll say its worth reading bro good job .. - Report As Spam
- xXgeisha alianneXx - 11/02/2008
- thats pretty intense. they say that a writer writes best when in pain. i admire your work. if you need advice email me
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- Captain Bubbly Blues - 11/02/2008
- woah. that is really good. and i know how you feel about seeing people who cut their wrists. i remember one day at lunch i watched painfully as i watched two of my once good friends slice their wrists with a pencil sharpener. please continue writing. you have a gift. smile
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