Black Poem.
my past hunts me... Black Poem. Ideas come to head A pack of impure thoughts Now I wish to live not I’d be better of dead Depression fills my life I’m filled with shame and pain So hard, so hard I tried So that smoke I’d not inhale I failed myself tonight Reasons to die are true I tried to clean my mind But now my life is thru The sickness I never thought Someday I had to feel Is now part of it all Tares away all that’s real Vomiting words all over Writings the facts I hate I hate myself tonight And wish for life to go away Why must I suffer this moment? Reasons I need to hear Reasons to tell me that moment Was just a nightmare and left in haze The smoke that runs in me Becomes my oxygen now For I have not been able To get this shit off my mind The facts I wish to ignore The same that won’t let me be Are reasons to make my slaughter Now and today part of me I have betrayed my reason And with it also myself Can not see my face in a mirror That image at I can not stare I failed the bigge