A Monster Of My Own CreationAs I lay here, encased in wood.My body remains as still as it ever could.Eyes remain shut, my lungs no longer breathe.My heartbeat is motionless, my bloodflow seized.Layers and layers under the earth.Brought here from a coal black hearse.My spirit sinks into the earth, spreads like a wave.To the earth, the rest of my soul I gave.Sinking into the roots as the wood rots.Bringing life, untying deadly knots.I've been put at rest, away from my pain.No longer at stress, no longer a strain.My body lays in relief of the challenges of life.Decaying, only to feed nature, no longer to cause strife.Death, I welcomely embrace you.Come into my arms and take me, too.Bring me to the afterlife, far from this land.Pull me away from this body as I take your hand.Give me relief and set me at peace.For I am a monster, a traitor, a theif.For I am a devil, a destroyer, a creator of mischeif.For I am a killer, the one who betrays.So please, Death, show me my final day.For all I bring is
Poem For Kahn - Bow Down To MeCovered in armor as he steps up to the field, the area where his sword, he shall weild. Every day, taking on men stornger than himself, never defeated, the cause of the bloodthirsty way he swings his sword with stealth.His claymore sharpened, ready for each fight. Prepared and savage, he battles day and night. His enemies, taken by surprose, get to witness as their own heart dies.His sword, stained with the pigment of blood. He smirks as he drops his victems head with a thud. His personality, unknown to all, though it is expected he's a savage, not a thrall.As he takes his sword in his hand, and shows his enemy the last time they will stand, he exclaims to the heavens, and demons working for his comands; "Bow down to me, for I am Kahn!"
This Goes Out To Everyone Who Is Giving UpThis is for the ones who want to end their life.To finally see peace without a strife.To find the light at the end of the dark pain.And finally have it not be a train.To finally face their fear and stare it in the eyes.To tell everyone their darkest lies.This is for everyone who wants to make friends that will never betray.To be able to trust everyone once again.To be able to feel as if your family has your back.And not feel as if someone's always hunting you down, on your tracks.To actually be able to be who and what they want to be.Not to fail at everything they do and try.This is for everyone who wants to actually want to live and not to die.Who want to actually see success in their future.Not suicide, pain, or torture.This is for everyone who wants to get away,Who want to get away from the pain.This goes out to everyone who actually may be;Feeling the same way as me.
Lonesome Unheard ClosureA blade that brings closure,But it won't be sharp forever.A hug of text from miles away,But it won't always be okay.A tear that tells a thousand tales,As you recieve pain like junk mail.A cry that is silent to earth's ears,Sadness and torture that no one else ever hears.Eyes that see darkness, life that is so weak,Heart that aches, a heart that creaks.Screams that flood through the air,But not a sound gives anyone's mind a flare.No one cared.
Dad, What's That Drink? (Read Description)Dada, dada!You're the best ever! I know you'll stay awesome forever!Dada, dada!You're so great! I know you'll never be too late!Dada, dada!You're so smart! I wish I could be like you, somewhere in the future, so far!Daddy, daddy!You're quiet today! You haven't quite been acting the same!Daddy, daddy!Are you okay? I've been worried all dang day!Daddy, daddy!Give me a hug! Maybe I can take your mind of that bug!Dad, dad!Is everything alright? Was just wondering how you felt tonight.Dad, dad!Was work okay? I've been wondering if the business is gonna stay.Dad, dad!You doing fine? The thought of something wrong is in my mind.Father, father!What's in that glass? Please don't drink it too fast.Father, father!Don't drink that much more. You don't seem right, you're on the floor.Father, father!You should go to bed. Seems like it's all foggy right now in your head.Papa, papa.I'm not picking you up off the floor. I'm moving out, I can't take this anymore.Papa, papa.I'v
That It Was MeEach word, each hit, sends a wave of a blow, a wave of a bash.One that sends my bones to clash.Tiny little fragments of my shattered, broken soul,My soul that screams out to bring me out of this hole.Broken, shattered fragments from my tormented, bruised heart, all caged away.My heart screams out, someone save me from this hell-like pain.Someone save me, pull me out of this place.People, down, down, they have came with support and advice.Down, down, they have crept.No one makes it, no matter how motivated and enticed.Not even the longest rope could reach my depth.My depth of pain, my depth of sorrow.When I lay my head to rest, I wish to pass before tomorrow.No one can save me from how far down I am, how low I have gone.So low in the darkest cavern, I can barely see the sun.The sun rises, the sun sets,The moon will wan, the moon will wax.But everything stays the same, there is no darkness at all.That's what it's like when you're like me; Suicidal.The darkness stays, d
My Way To Unleashing My BeastIt's my way of screaming but staying silent,My way of calmly telling everyone violence.My way of dying while staying alive,My way of suffering while I continue to thrive.It's my way of crying while keeping a straight face,My way of staying intanct and not all over the place.My way of pleading without saying a word,My way of getting it all out, in a way most people have heard.This is my way of taming the beast,The beast that is caged inside of me.The only way it can escape, is through these 47 keys.
Do You See This Smile?Do you see this smile?See this mask?Understand the challenge of this task?Do you hear this laugh?See this disguise?Understand the truth in my eyes?Do you feel this happiness?Feel this act?Understand I need something back?Do you see this frown?See this truth?Understand my urge for a noose?Do you hear this cry?Hear my tears?Understand my sadness through these years?Do you feel this pain?Feel yourself die?Wish someone would tell you it'll be alright?