The EndA Poem by AnghellicThis winding road is slowly coming to an end as I open my eyes, and realize my life is pretend Everyone and everything is fake to the point of being unable to comprehend Truth from lies, life from death My life flashes before my eyes As I clutch at my chest for I am out of breath How much longer can I stand on my own two legs? Before I fall to the ground, break down and beg? Everything in life has been said Staying up at night thinking neverendingly in bed Wanting to be dead, with life I am fed Up and i just want it to be over It's fake, full of pain and deceit Go to God and hand in my receipt I want a f*****g refund, this isn't the life I wanted Take it back, before you make me a monster to be hunted Shunted, shunned, gunned down Is this what you wanted? Is this the pain you sought? My destruction at your hands? Life has been wrought Out of be, my soul has been bought God you left me alone and broken, the Devil showed interest Forgive me for the s**t you fed me isn't what I deserve I tried to remain calm, full of hope and reserved How much longer do you plan to torment me? What were you planning to make me? You left me all alone, forsake me I begged for someone to come take me From you I have recieved naught but rejection lately Well f**k you, the hate inside me can't sate me I wanted to be loved and love in return Now you got me wanting to take this world and to watch it burn Fire in my eyes, hate in my soul, I see right through the lies As I suffer in this infested hell hole I know I have never been one to belong But still a part of me longed To be hugged, loved, kissed and cared for Now you got a fight on your hands to prepare for I have set down my own road of self destruction As I plan to end this corruption, the disruption Help the neglected, make them feel protected F**k hell and to hell with heaven One day I will make sure the name Mac11 Will be heard by many more, for all seven Days of the week, I am not weak i will fight, I will be the knight of the night I will live in the dark, make my own hope One that cannot be taken One that will not leave me forsaken Darkness I open myself to thee Seep inside of me and set me free Open my eyes and many more after so they can see The world we are in is empty and cold Like the pages of a story that still remain to be told.
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Added on February 4, 2011 Last Updated on February 4, 2011 AuthorAnghellicSydney, Orthodox , AustraliaAboutNot much to be said about me. I listen to rap music, which inspire my poetry writing. None of that garbage rap bullshit. Eminem, Tupac, meaningful poets. I like to chill out and be immature at times, .. more..Writing
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