umm the poem just flowed...what more can i say |
In broken homes, Broken souls linger Hiding in the shadows isolated from reality They listen to the voices inside their mind That they think they hear Are they losing their mind? Or is it all just in their head? Bloody razor blades litter the floor Suicidal attempts have become daily routine They have finally lost their grip on their sanity Their minds illusions are their only friend ...the only ones that truely understand Their memories seem to fuel their fire To them their seems to be no end At 3 in the morning they retreat outside For a glimpse of of the bleak world they left behind The world that they fear, the world that they hide from But now it seems that the world fears them They live for the night... Live for the thrills of their vampire lifestyles How do I know this? I've seen it...I've lived it They meet up with each other during the night They walk to a deserted house, in the middle of nowhere Broken glass hides in the grass, from the broken windows they came from Kids staring around lifelessly, smoking staring at the moon God only knows what their thinking about Inside beer bottles and pools of dried blood Scatter amoung the floors The smell of death itself lingers through the crumbling hallways Morbid drawings and pleds for help are scribbled all along stained walls Loud satanic music pumps through the speakers While creatures in the corner shoot up As they walk by, they see the drug start to take effect Only adding to the creatures already non-human looking bodies They pass through hallways Past rooms that have no doors Only to see acts of a lustful manner take place To hear the cries of painful passion They get to an empty room at the end of a broken hallway The needles come out, As the want, the need, the addiction comes screaming back in their minds No time to think, the needle is injected The poison comes flowing in Their eyes roll back, As darkness is pushed through their veins again How do I know this? I've seen it...I've been there...I've lived it This is their gothic wasteland this, this is my gothic wasteland |