Empty, cold, dead

an older one... Enjoy my blue tears on the paper.

Sitting in this lonely house,
In a cage, keeping me in,
Or the world out?
My God is dead,
The devil is my dad,
All I felt here was dread.
Old memories, empty, cold, dead.

The floor was my bed,
When they said I've been bad,
Wished I was dead,
Coloring their bread to red.
Home... Dread.
Empty, cold, dead.

Too much I've had,
Of their fights,
My mother, who I never had,
Left to Italy,
Singing the old litany,
Of the shining, gold blasphemy,
Putting obstacles in the way of me
Too much I had,
Empty, cold, dead.
Feeling this f*****g ill dread...
Empty, cold, dead,
It's time to say "goodbye dad, enough I had..."
Empty, cold, dead,
Tears, soaking wet,
Blood so goddamned red,
Bold letters read,
F*****g empty, old dread,
"Home" they said.
Welcome, empty, cold, dead.
The beast is fed,
Bleeding wrists I had.
Empty, good old, cold, dead.
Life's a bloody dread,
Hitting the floor,
Wake up, I wont anymore,
Cold stone,
Faint tone,
Drowning breath,
Bringing my long awaited death.
Beautifully empty, cold, dead,
No more dread.

Author's Note

felt like depression, when i wrote it..now it feels like darkness.

Reviews

[RJ]

How can you say you're talentless? This is amazing!

[Dani The Unreviewed]

because I'm not saying that about anyone else, but the creep I know. myself.
anyway, thank you baby

[RJ]

You sit there and you can put your emotions into words your poems have feelings. That takes talent! I guess you can sit there and say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all of that shite and you don't think your work is beautiful but I do. That's part of the way I fell in love with you. I went back and read a lot of your old stuff and the more I read the more I fall in love because it's you. You don't mask your writing because you know people are going to read it. I love that about you.

[Dani The Unreviewed]

well...masking wasn't part of the way I live. why let it define my "writing " and all that takes is honesty.

[RJ]

See. You're brave. I've written stuff and then destroyed it without showing anyone because I knew it'd hurt someone's feelings or another person would take it wrong. In some ways we are completely different. I've spent my whole life hiding the real me from people just so they'd be happy.

[Dani The Unreviewed]

well...it's still fake. but with a reason, and most people hide, because of the same reason.
they don't know themselves, they are a big unknown, thus they're afraid of showing it.
better said they do know, simply choose to avoid acknowledging it.
maybe they don't like what they see. or think that if they show an empty, painted face, it'll be better for everyone.
well, time reveals everything...and in the end result, the fakeness will do more harm than good . that why I keep it real.

[A writer]

Wow.. Csak azt ne mond, hogy így érzel most is. Holnap, lesz munkám.

[Dani The Unreviewed]

neeeem... :) már egy ideje nem így érzek. csak fell töltöttem ide.

[A writer]

attól még aggódom érted.

[Dani The Unreviewed]

feleslegesen idegeskedtsz, mert tényleg nem így érzek. De azért feltöltöttem, mert ahogy már te is mondat, jó kis vers. :)

[A writer]

Jó, meggyőztél.

[Dani The Unreviewed]

tudod, hogy mindíg az enyém az. utolsó szó. :-)

[A writer]

Máhhh....az enyém az utolsó két szó: "Igen drágám." Hahahahahaha. :D

[Dani The Unreviewed]

jó, akkor kapd össze magad, és gyere hozzám, meg cumizni az anakondámat. hahahagahahahe :D)))))

[A writer]

Igen drágám :D

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Hahahahaha :D :D :D

[A writer]

Na, akkor estére ott leszek nálad. :)

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Jó, gyere. :D