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Tortured Soul
Contributed by
Rogue
on
Monday, 23rd May 2005 @ 07:45:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I run through a dark forest
trying to pick a course
but I stumble back and forth
I need to choose a path
but I take two steps back
which lands me in the dark
It's dark on this ark
and I try to sail towards what's right
but it drifts to the left
and I get mad and am forced to fight
...myself
I lose sight of the real goal
And that which used to be whole
is now old and cold
and the darkness lives in
those ones soul
and...my soul
I hate the world and everyone who resides
but then I don't and that confuses me
Because sometimes I don't know why i'm angry
I just know I'm angry!
I just know I'm angry!
I JUST KNOW I'M ANGRY!
And I don't know why
Why I'm forced to be different
Why I tell myself to be different
To be dark
To stand apart
Apart from the crowd
Maybe because
"These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real"
Too real for me to get a gripe
A gripe on right and wrong
Because wrong is not talkng about someone
Someone who needs to be slapped
When I talk about or slap that someone and
it lands me back in the forest
Where it's dark
And I'm haunted by my own obsession
Haunted by The Beast
The Beast
that feeds on my hidden insecurity,
feeds on my flaws
Then...a trap
Choking under its paw,
then with one swipe of its claw
...my soul it set free
Rises from the body,
rises...from my body
Then finds somewhere
where
it can be treated
...differently
Copyright ©
Rogue
... [
2005-05-23 07:45:09] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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