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I See What I See.

Contributed by deathdrop on Sunday, 3rd July 2005 @ 02:52:32 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I’m getting pi55ed off, having to repeat my-self.
… ‘Coz you ignore ME, but not any one else.
… And then you ask me why I get angry and hiss back at me.
And wine and wine your head off when I cut and bleed!
Well… I cut today, but you ain’t noticed yet!
You haven’t noticed me, just ignored what’s left!
I carved a hole into my ugly flesh.
I cut in silence and it bled-and-bled…

But what does it matter?
You won’t find out,
And even if you do,
You’ll just block it out…
Nothing matters.
‘coz every-thing’s-dead.
Life is rotten.
… ‘Coz there’s maggots eating through my head…

I see this peachy life around me…
Changing all the time.
It’s good then bad,
Then bad, then alright.
It-doesn’t-feel-real.
… ‘Coz reality shouldn’t change.
It shouldn’t smile then feel,
Dead and de-ranged.
And if it does,
Maybe I’m just mucked-up.
But I see this as twisted,
Torn, happy, and blistered…
And I see it as false.
Innocent with no pulse.
Rotting through sublime,
Back into a false rhyme.
With a broken little smile.
Which lifts up after awhile,
… Taking me back into the dust,
Where life dies or limply erupts…

I see what I see.
So no one under stands me….

… So I walk this road alone.
I’m dead… and on my own.
And I see what I see,
And innocence has no way with me.
In my dreams I see the dead.
Rotting, humans, with blood-stained heads.
… And I see torture on the internet,
But I’m no longer scared of it…

Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2005-07-03 14:52:32]
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Re: I See What I See. (User Rating: 1 )
by Luka on Sunday, 3rd July 2005 @ 02:59:03 PM AEST
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powerful, lots of emotions.....the poem has a nice rythem to it, the last stanza really pulled it together.

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