insane
Contributed by
frozensuicide
on
Friday, 15th November 2002 @ 05:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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An art, is being insane,
With torment and pain.
Deprived, and disturbed,
Deranged and perturbed.
Aggravated to the bone,
Your heart made of stone.
Distorted with grieve,
Open your eyes, with perceive.
Domesticated freak,
It is I, whom you seek.
Tempestuous girl,
Within a black pearl.
Devastated and dark,
Ruined and hark.
Ember flares,
It is you who dares.
Sadistic psychotic,
Pain and chaotic.
Traumatized of eternal sleep,
Close, within deep.
Alone in time,
It is one, who is grime.
You re the dark side of me,
Light is what I see.
Pathologic, darkened light,
Slowly it comes night.
Homicidal or suicidal,
My life has come idle.
Post-traumatic stress,
I shall never be bless
Manipulated with hate,
Being of state.
This is the art of insanity,
Burning my hand on a vanity
Slitting an arm,
Mutiny harm,
Dignity lost
Insane is what it may cost
Faeries that bleed,
I’m filled with greed.
Angels that cry,
People that die.
Crimson snow,
Glistened aglow.
Silver ice,
Precise.
Broken wings, bleeding eyes,
Immortal dies.
Lingering away,
With in a day,
I seek of what is ancient
With the blooded scent.
Strings of hair,
Sliced if dare,
Cut your hands,
Pain expands,
Death is on the way.
Sooner than today.
It is I whom you seek,
Insane with bleak.
Shattered glass,
Hope that will pass.
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2002-11-15 05:30:00] (Date/Time posted on
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