The Hangman's Poetry -Part 1-
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nos_bunny
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Friday, 8th July 2005 @ 04:39:10 AM in AEST
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Hangman’s Poetry
(Prologue)
Hangman’s Theory
Hang from that tree, You once thought tall,
Played like a puppet, Controlled like a doll,
Your now not innocent, For the mistakes you made,
You were smiling when sad, And feared to be afraid,
Putting the past behind you, When the damage was done,
Laughing at anger, And bleeding just for fun,
The mirror is a reflection, Of you hanging from a tree,
Mirror mirror on the wall, Who is that child that looks like me,
Close your eyes, Sleep tonight, And hang upon your bed,
As every night, You hang for me, With a rope around your head.
I Am The Hangman
It wasn’t meant to be this way, My life lost in pain,
I love you more than anything, But the past drives me insane,
I need you now more than ever, Until death do us part,
But slowly my minds corrupting me, And tearing my heart apart,
My angel, My baby, My eternal flame,
Why can't my thoughts just stay the same,
My soul, My heart, My future wife,
Why can't I be with you all my life,
If I loose you now, Death has won my love,
Now angel understand I’m from below not above,
I want to let go, Please set me free,
I am now the hangman, Hanging from your tree.
Belief Of Your Own
If heaven is above, Then hell is below,
Its what we have been taught, And a thing we didn't know,
Your confusion is an illusion, Your dreams are just untrue,
And now that I have learned, From the things I never knew,
My cradle of darkness, My tree of fame,
My undenying weakness, My hangman game,
Get one wrong, And you'll have me dead,
Get one right, And my blood will shed,
There is nothing more to do, My time is almost done,
Too many people dying, And some living just for fun,
Live your life, Until you die, As others matter not,
As they will be in happiness, As that is what we're taught,
Pain for those who give it, Love for those who receive,
A god for those who need it, A hell for those who believe.
Hangman’s Destiny
If I could touch the floor, Maybe just a little more...
I could walk on sand, What’s better, I'll stand!
I'll taste the water from the sea, Instead of hanging from this tree,
I'll play not fight, And a poem is what ill write,
I'll cuddle, Instead of choke, And I will laugh at every joke,
I can change, For you I will, No more anger shall I spill,
Please just cut me from this rope, No longer can I cope,
I've learned my lesson in pain, I promise I won't hurt you again...
Remember
It’s been time and time goes by, I can’t remember if it’s been years,
My eyes dripping blood, instead of bleeding tears,
I wake when I wake, And I sleep when I blink,
My mind is seeing darkness, But I pain myself to think,
It’s been time and time goes by,
My eyes bleed when I cry,
I can’t remember if it’s been years,
I remember that to remember is the worst of all my fears.
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