Bath
April 1st, 2012, 01:03 AM
A bunch of untitled poems I've written in the past few days:
I can't sleep sipping on cold coffee
Can't dream while these demons crawl inside me
When the thoughts I was taught to think since elementary
Are being burned alive, inside my mind,
Replaced with indifference and apathy.
There are other lives inside me
Whispers turn to push and shove
This is not my body
This is not a life to love.
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I whisper certain words to influence my mind,
I am chopped up at the edges, a cave full of grime.
We can’t be soft no more, not this time.
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She was born a demon and died smiling at her sins
Her ill beauty cared only to keep sight of sickly, dark faces
The selfish pig loved to play with his limbs
The Daughter of Mercy and Murder
Oh she loved to play with those limbs.
I can't sleep sipping on cold coffee
Can't dream while these demons crawl inside me
When the thoughts I was taught to think since elementary
Are being burned alive, inside my mind,
Replaced with indifference and apathy.
There are other lives inside me
Whispers turn to push and shove
This is not my body
This is not a life to love.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I whisper certain words to influence my mind,
I am chopped up at the edges, a cave full of grime.
We can’t be soft no more, not this time.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
She was born a demon and died smiling at her sins
Her ill beauty cared only to keep sight of sickly, dark faces
The selfish pig loved to play with his limbs
The Daughter of Mercy and Murder
Oh she loved to play with those limbs.