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Contributed by
darkscorpio
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Sunday, 26th January 2003 @ 05:11:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Part I: Dilemma
I need some way, to get through these thoughts
That have made me inefficient, that have made me distraught
I feel as though I can't go on
I feel very weak, I don't feel strong
The struggle inside, the fight for control
of my self esteem, is taking it's toll
The frayed ends of sanity, I hear it calling me
I'm so worn out, I am blind and I can't see
I need to make it, just one more weak
I feel like the demons, have reached the peak
inside my brain, I sense the end
I feel I'm failing
...on myself I can't depend
Part II: What do you, live in a barn?!
Anger anger, hate hate,
Within my soul, I opened the gate
To all the demons, in my mind
To all the memories, my pain they find
I can't let go, of the wretched past
I can't go on, my will won't last
I've settled into private hell
No one hears me scream
No one hears me yell
And if I survive, by some twist of fate
I pray that I can close the gate
Part III: Seduced by fear
Fear overtakes me, tears come to my eyes
All of my dreams have turned into lies
My creative abilities, and all of my drive
Have left my body, although my thoughts still survive
I hate what I've achieved, at an early age
Because I still can't control, the anger and rage
Directed at the ones, who created the doubt
In the back of my head, and it won't get out
Cause it was beaten into me, so long ago
I try to resist, but I can't say no
Part IV: Depression's vineyard
The seeds had been planted, long ago, when I was young
The seeds matured more, with every lash of the tongue
As the seeds ripened, with the blood of my tears
They became a part of me, as time went on, through the years
I covered the seeds, and went on with my life
Even though inside, the seeds brandished the knife
The vines of the seeds, lashed into my heart
Whenever I fail, the vines rip it apart
Tears come to my eyes, i bleed inside more
The vines tear into my thoughts, and I can't shut the door
And now all of the armour, that I created inside
has rusted away, from the tears that I've cried
And any sense of honour, that I felt that I had
Has dissappeared too,
....because I feel that I've gone mad
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