he trod on the mangled carcass of his soul,
searching for what was old,
searching for what was old,
he knew of nothing but his own whim,
to hold what was meant only for him,
he knew of nothing besides his own sin,
he searched his stone heart sinking it in,
mirthless laughter a headache, a pain,
he was told he was mad, also insain,
why could not he jump and rejoice,why coudnt he give up, why no choice,
to live in a lie it had always been,
never truly revealing what he was feeling within,
eaten alive by the pointless promises,
his mind divided into countless carcasses,
he crawled then into his empty shell,
never to return, never, until he fell.
a man who crawls into the depths of his own darkness can never come out. why be with light and see when darkness had given him a gift of ignorance. to never feel, to never keep yearning. to never see lies unfold. never having to cry. to be content in solitary. why feel. why be scared. why take chances. why give others opportunity to hurt u. empty shell. he wished he could go there.
i hope u get the irony caligula...
9 comments:
Irony?
U fuckin twat...
Hehhehehe...
Like u havent wanted to blog abt this in ages...
nice read...and nice thinking as well. :D
the pic tells its own story dho.
and i loved the poem
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urmm.. u drew it?
nice poem.. =)
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lil girl yeah i drew it
thanx for the comment kaiza
love the art... is that caligula in the corner?
deep poem, keep it up schmarts
hehe nooney caligula ney ethaaku..thanx Maa
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