Holes

by Jonathan   Jan 20, 2006


Ive wounded my soul
digging my six foot hole
Feeling nothing
Not even pain
Have I lived my life in vain
Have I lived
Should I have died
Living off the persuasive lies
That I told my self
Deep in the night

The hole is almost done

The depths off my soul Im searching
Passing through the onyx veils of my mind
Into rooms filled with the madness of my hell
As I pass unspeakable sins
Painted in the blood of my victims
On the walls of my hell

The hole is done
A black pit gaping wide
Abaddon the destroyer-beckoning forward
so I jumped into my hole
And out of my mind

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