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Mask Of Insanity
Contributed by
blackfire9786
on
Tuesday, 16th September 2003 @ 01:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I walk with the living and I walk with the dead
I am bleeding to death, but I have never bled
I am never hungry and I am never fed
I walk through the darkness, this black kind of red
I pray with the angels and I chant with the demons
I don’t believe in anything, but there’s nothing I don’t believe in
My home is between the dark and the light
Right in between the Earth and the sky.
That place between the particles of air that no one ever sees
Find a way into that place and that’s where you’ll find me.
The Nosferatu are my friends
The vampires are my distant kin
I’m human on the outside but not within
To my kind I live in goodness, to the church I live in sin
I am capable of love but I prefer to live in hate
I could go to heaven when I die but I prefer hell’s black gate
I could destroy the world right here and now, but I prefer to wait
I could’ve killed myself years ago, but now it’s much too late.
Now can you tell my mind is bent
It’s just a little warped
The enigma of my life and mind
I’m trying to un-sort
A heart can only take so much pain
Before it finally snaps
And then to hide the scars and pain
Your mind just paints it black
But underneath the black layer of my heart
That seems so frightful and cold
There’s a little girl, hurt tired and scared
Of which no one is ever told.
But when I remember that little girl
Trapped deep inside of me
The black cover squeezes my heart
So that I can no longer breathe
The tears start to fall down my cheeks
Wishing for life again
But never able to save that girl
She remains hidden, tortured within
So never able to show the tears
Always on my face
I’m forced to return to who you know
To my sick, black-hearted ways
But that little girl is praying
That someone may free her still
And even though I may not go to heaven
Maybe, somehow, she will.
So while I commit acts of terror, speak of darkness and evil within
While I think of blood and torture of death, even commit self-mutilation
The more I speak of this the more this little girl dies
Know while you run in fear of me, an innocent girl is running out of time.
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2003-09-16 01:05:00]
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Re: Mask Of Insanity
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by afraid_of_fear on
Tuesday, 23rd September 2003 @ 03:36:01 PM AEST
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Oh Lisa, this is the most amazing poem.. I havent read anything like this in a long while and it's taken my breath away.. hugs, my dear friend..
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