disturbed, perturbed, unheard

disturbed, perturbed, unheard

A Poem by Eyudo

Disturbed, perturbed, unheard




In the mind frame of the one
Sets in on delirium
Telling the demons to stay away
I whisper, "I don't want to play."

Crashing, slashing, fighting, biting
Clawing my way out of the dark
Seeing, being, attacking, reacting
Now here comes my favorite part:

Disturbed are the thoughts that come to me
Perturbed is the pain and agony
Unheard is the words that I say
When I'm alone

And the heart beats of the one
Every pulse shot like a gun
And the voices can be fun
But I shouldn't do what they want done

Feeling sad and wanting it bad
They always talk to me
Seeing is belief
Feeling no relief
With the monsters I see

Disturbed are the things that I see
Perturbed is the torture done to me
Unheard is my frightened scream
And I'm alone

So in the soul of the one
The emotion is so numb
I left the human deaf and dumb
But then the sirens made me run

Psychotic is erotic
Mental malfunction is a motive
Asylums say I may be sick
The law says I'm a fugitive

Disturbed in the things that I've done
Perturbed is the people that I stun
Unheard is the anger and the tears
Now leave me alone!

In the eyes of crazy
You can see the misery
No mommy didn't love me
On her abuse we didn't agree

Maniacal can be deniable
I blame the suffering
Are my actions so dreary
Ending them makes me weary

Disturbed is the reasons for what I do
Perturbed is my point of view
Unheard is my side of the argument
Will someone come home?

And the ideas are in corruption
And it starts after angers eruption
Then that time I do my crime
And the demons comfort me

Evil is as Satan says
But I meant no harm
It's just the things I see and they start to speak
And it sets off an alarm

I loved the first one I took out
And the others that are behind
I just go crazy when they shout
Something's wrong in my mind

Disturbed are the ways that I am
Perturbed is the issues that I have
Unheard is a way of helping me
Who will give me love?

Mistreated, defeated, and misleaded
I never had a chance to be good
Broken past where nothing last
I turned out how I should

So my heart and soul and all my mind
No one as disturbing will you find
Live in fear of hallucinations
Just make all the voices stop!

Nightmares are vivid creations
Now I am a news sensation
Exploiting my illness and my life
My spirit just takes the knife

Disturbed is my whole story
Perturbed is my mind and my misery
Unheard are my cries of pain
When I'm alone�..

© 2009 Eyudo


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Eyudo
Eyudo

Painesville, the city of pain....., OH



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