Blasphemer

by alive in death   Jan 27, 2006


There's not a care in this world that can separate me from the one soul fact....
what kills me heals me.
when the greed fills my heart,
when i sit alone in the dark,
left alone with my thoughts,
i sink deep into the mire of my sin.
convicted, like someone injected me condemnation.
i grope around in the darkness of my room.
this room is in my head,
where I'm locked in,
trapped,
dead.
what you see on the outside of me is all a waste.
any sign of progress in my life should be thrown away.
I'm overflowing in trash.
the biggest shitter on this earth.
when you shine your light on me,
i want to wither and die.
i see that i couldn't possibly be hidden in your refined mind.
yes i know that you see everything in me.
yes i know that your there in my darkest hour.
but i dint know why i feel so cold all the time.
why cant i reach out and touch you now?
oh yesss...... I'm not washed in your blood.

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  • 18 years ago

    by myshiningstar14

    Umm i like this and its fun to read...vrry dark yet reassuring.

    lissa