Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Put Down Angst Into Writing.
Author's Note: These poems have been done either today, or many, many weeks ago, but they are certainly done this year. This is another poem that I have written in my book, when I was feeling really angsty. Well, do listen. -------------Put Down Angst Into Writing.So here I am.
Staring out at some damned morning,
Listen, listen to their voices,
Silent, muted tones,
Trill in the humid dawn,
Put down some angst into writing,
Freeing my soul from bondage.
I've had enough.
Hear me cry out in black and white,
Insignificant existence in this world,
I bleed black,
I'm drowning in darkness.
Sickening.
Shut myself out from nothingness,
Oblivion detests me;
Light rejects me,
Darkness accepts me.
Your voice rings hatred,
And cries out to yours truly,
The Fallen One.
You've heard me despair,
Had your fill, you sadistic fool?
The poison has yet to intoxicate my mind,
Laugh, but it will be your last.
Happiness.
Something that seems too far to reach;
Something that has left my soul;
Something, that has caused my downfall,
Something, I never want to have.
Once again.
Never to be heard.
The cheery laughter.
From the poet's heart.
Condemned.
I can speak no more.
{c} NANA.Monde. emo poète société.}NO RIPPING.
