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LONG a** EMO POEM. /shot
Now as I think of this time, this life is nothing but pain and crime. Jesus is coming but Satan is here, sweet blood spilling from the ones we hold dear. Never anyone forsaken, even children are taken. You can't hide from the evil ones, death with knives, bombs, and guns. As you die, people will cry. Your screaming face, will be replaced. We are all tempted with evil and many give in, we are monsters no longer men. Now the innocent are not here, they are dead with a bloody tear. No one who loves me can stay, give me the gun and let me blow them away. Do you feel the pain of the world? Blood and pain and death all swirled. You have two choices in this place, be evil and live or be good and someone will smash in your face. Give me the whip and let me join the rank of the bad, or shall I be good and be beaten and sad. In this world you have to fight to survive, spilling blood and killing makes the sadist feel alive. Everyone has a side that is dark and vain, if you don't yet you will taste the pain. Bloody bodies broke in half, bow to the evil or burn alive in their brutal wrath. Your intestines will be spilled upon the ground, another bloody corpse for the fiery mound. I weep for the innocent small children who do not know evil, but have to endure it from these sick messed up people. If you want to leave this place then pray for death, pray that something or someone will steal your breath. Every joy you witness becomes twice the pain, nothing left of you but a crimson stain. I can't help you because I am weak, my life's ambition looks bleak. I have nothing to dedicate, I have no true feelings but hate. Wish for a guardian angel every night, someone who will save you from the screaming twisted plight. Live with a sadist and become the weary, Life will be forever dark and dreary. Even if you get away from it you will stay tainted, the blood and pain forever painted. Cry for your savior and get on the ground, but don't expect help to be immediately around. Walking and running away, is the choice if you can't wait for the day. Hell is embracing the Earth, You are only innocent at birth. You can never dance without a care, I only have half a heart to share. If I told you I died to your eyes, would it at all be a surprise? Life is all on the Fate's roll of the dice, but will you be able to endure the price? Touching you would be a sin, but why does sinning make people grin? The Devil has infected us all, come dance and be evil at the sinner's ball. Where a costume to hide your weak frame, wear a mask to cover your shame. Broken a servant obeys, but when they are a rebel they regret the days. The evil become their demon side, run away poor soul and hide. I can see inside of you, past the guts and bones through. Evil is in you dormant but can be awakened, but only if you let the good be taken. If we kissed would you remain pure? If I touched you would you still be sure? Now it's cold and I am alone watching the cruel events, blood baths and broken bones commence. The naive must be punished and the weak eaten, the bold broken and the rebel beaten! On your knee's now as I laugh, I think I might try the evils path. It's easier and more free willed, I will beat you down until you have stilled. But could I hurt you if you cried out my name? Could you bring me back before my evil makes you tame? If a tear fell I could not go on, Even if I have a dark side my good will never be really gone. So I will try to remain good and sweet, even if I get cut and bruised from being beat. Now you stay good and love me for who I am, I need your help with this dark sham. We could work together on this dark place, we will die together and maybe at least some bad erase. I look whole on the outside even when I stumble, but on the inside I am shattered and ready to crumble. Look as the angels among us are tortured the red flowing, sanity, grace, and goodness going. I can't save you, you have to stop the pain, I can only go so far with my chain. I'm already shackled and unclean, the old blood split and turning green. I know people die, I fall to my knees and cry. Listen to the helpless scream, this is a living nightmare not a dream. Take the blade and slit the throat, use the split life to create a moat. It will show power and power is life, nothing can be gained without sweat and strife. Keep living and forget about me, I am doomed and will never really be free. Watch the wars rage on for liberty, watch the brave men and women be blown up in chivalry. The moon even weeps for the screaming, fiery Hell awaits ready and steaming. Bury me beneath the old pear tree, do it now before the clock strikes three. Love is something false and not real, the only thing it does is gives you pain to feel. Now let me welcome you to the Sadist's realm, bring a camera, get it all on film. Whips, chains, leather, blood, the pain, they will tear out your heart and take a bite without shame. Now enjoy some eyeballs in a glass, the Sadist stabbed them out while holding down the victim in the grass. Along with that some liver pie, the Sadist pulled it out and watched the giver die. Now you want to leave yet from the house of pain? Now come on, what do you have to gain? Become a sadist and live this life good, but you will go to Hell as you should. To late, you are stuck here, so prop up your feet and have a beer. Either become the Sadist or the prey, I think I know which one you will choose right away. I'm never really over the past, I bare the wounds from where the pain last. So think of something and be brave, or else the Sadist will dig your grave. Now if you die, your blood will be bled dry. If you just say you will be mine, you will be fine. If you resist the Sadist you will pay, bleeding and bruised everyday. Give in and give up your soul, give over your mind and body whole. I watched the change of myself as I was tied, I know part of me died. Just get out of here before they get you, I will block the door but eventually they will get through. Run away before the Sadist wants to crush you, even if you think you are strong there is nothing you can do. This world is confusing and a mess, a bride carries the scent of blood on her dress. With each new beginning comes a more terrible end, never believe completely someone is your friend. Now I can't talk anymore, the dark and the evil is at my door. Help me you cannot so don't even try, if you did I would just more quickly die. Just hold me while you can tight, before I bid you adieu and good night. The Angel of my dark suicide, I wish here I could forever abide, but if life were suppose to be so simple someone lied..
Baeng · Thu Mar 10, 2005 @ 01:40am · 0 Comments |
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