ErykaInspire.
February 24th, 2010, 09:03 PM
This isn't like my other poems.
I just got the first stanza stuck in my head so I decided to built onto it. (Written in less than three minutes)
Aren't I a beautiful broken catastrophe?
Part of hates skilled mastery?
Torn apart by my own reality?
Or is it just me?
Aren't I a unique cracked shell?
Toasted golden in the depths of hell?
Lean is close, I have secrets to tell.
I'll smile as you run and yell.
I have been torn apart
bullseye, meet the dart.
Stabbed right here, in my heart.
This is just the start.
There's a whole book written about me.
Turn the pages tearfully.
Maybe by the end you'll finally see:
There's a hole right here inside of me.
I just got the first stanza stuck in my head so I decided to built onto it. (Written in less than three minutes)
Aren't I a beautiful broken catastrophe?
Part of hates skilled mastery?
Torn apart by my own reality?
Or is it just me?
Aren't I a unique cracked shell?
Toasted golden in the depths of hell?
Lean is close, I have secrets to tell.
I'll smile as you run and yell.
I have been torn apart
bullseye, meet the dart.
Stabbed right here, in my heart.
This is just the start.
There's a whole book written about me.
Turn the pages tearfully.
Maybe by the end you'll finally see:
There's a hole right here inside of me.