by David Wallace Nov 9, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Homicidal masquerades capturing blank souls/ Crucified definitely for the knowledge he knows/ Staring blankly in the blank air that he beholds/ Blank minded, ears covered voice indistinct, no meaning to him in the world/ Abandoned the world left him so cold/ Unwilling to compromise he hit a dead end at the end of the road/ Not happy with his own lifestyle/ he decides to take his pain out on somebody else/ Not caring he never read the holy scriptures/ Just blinded by incomplete ambitions/ So he adopts the killers instincts murderer's intuition/ So innocent quiet as a kid he sat in the back of the class/ But his life took a detour and he couldn't get past his unforgettable past/ wait 2 heavy to hold 4 the pain he wast cast/ Till one day the kid just snapped and just went mad/ And this is the story of a Psychopathic Path/. |
by Fluffy
One word only defines this poem...WOW! You have really captured everything to set an atmosphere of depression, and have explained all the feelings your clutching through the use of emotive language. Excellent effort, well done :). |
by sexy emmsy
Hey thats kl bit confusing but i like it lol |