kolte
October 27th, 2005, 12:40 PM
I'm sitting here in my room
forcing this pen to do my bidding
staining this paper with my ink
and this demented ghost lingers over my shoulder
whispering into my ear
causeing these thoughts to pass threw my mind
and my angel hovers in the corner of my celing
sobbing becasue she cant help me
the demon just keeps pushing her away
and then he continues to distort my thoughts
do it, he says petting my hair
showing me his false since of comphert
just do it, i cant hurt that bad
He grabs the knife for me
I don't want to, I say
my angel is screaming NO, kolte don't your not a bad guy
and my demon slaps her, Shut the fuck up bitch, this is not your business he yells
she continues weeping
and the demon hands me the blade
I look at her
screaming and crying in the corner
trying to stop me
but the demon wins this fight
and I slice away my anger
and then angel falls to the ground
crying in pain
I drop the knife shocked at my own doing
and the demon laughs and shoves a mirror in front of my face
I see me in a horrid way
I'm ugly, he makes me say
you filthy, and alone and nobody loves you, he taunts
and I turn to him
do you love me, I ask hoping
and he nods and smiles, I will allways love you, you are special to me
and I place my trust in him
and he gives me his advice
so i continue to stain this paper
and let my thoughts flow
so you can enjoy my sorrow
forcing this pen to do my bidding
staining this paper with my ink
and this demented ghost lingers over my shoulder
whispering into my ear
causeing these thoughts to pass threw my mind
and my angel hovers in the corner of my celing
sobbing becasue she cant help me
the demon just keeps pushing her away
and then he continues to distort my thoughts
do it, he says petting my hair
showing me his false since of comphert
just do it, i cant hurt that bad
He grabs the knife for me
I don't want to, I say
my angel is screaming NO, kolte don't your not a bad guy
and my demon slaps her, Shut the fuck up bitch, this is not your business he yells
she continues weeping
and the demon hands me the blade
I look at her
screaming and crying in the corner
trying to stop me
but the demon wins this fight
and I slice away my anger
and then angel falls to the ground
crying in pain
I drop the knife shocked at my own doing
and the demon laughs and shoves a mirror in front of my face
I see me in a horrid way
I'm ugly, he makes me say
you filthy, and alone and nobody loves you, he taunts
and I turn to him
do you love me, I ask hoping
and he nods and smiles, I will allways love you, you are special to me
and I place my trust in him
and he gives me his advice
so i continue to stain this paper
and let my thoughts flow
so you can enjoy my sorrow