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Here we go once again with more poetry..lol I hope dat u are enjoying me as I write..lol
Oh So Easy:
It’s oh so easy to hide,
oh so easy to fade.
It’s oh so easy to lie,
oh so easy to die.
It’s oh so easy to run,
run from yourself.
It’s oh so easy to pretend,
pretend your real.
It’s oh so easy to live with lies,
but oh so hard to confront the truth.
It’s oh so easy to cut,
one easy slice down the wrist,
one after the other.
It’s oh so easy to die,
as long as its with the lies.
Slip Away:
My mind is fogged,
from the blood loss.
My head hurts,
from the banging.
My body is sore,
from the neglect.
My soul has vanished,
from to much abuse.
My stomach rumbles,
from starvation.
My hands are weak,
from to much work.
My eyes are dried,
from to much crying.
My legs collapse,
after not enough use.
My friends have left,
because lack of attention.
My lover is gone,
because there was not enough love.
My body is slowly dying,
from the carelessness.
My heart stops bleeding,
there’s not enough blood.
My body becomes pale,
as my blood flows freely,
from my wrist n my neck.
But soon that once heated blood,
turns cold as ice.
As I slip away from this dingy place.
Obsession with....DEATH:
~Death~ is my obsession.
An obsession that can’t,
be figured out by anyone.
It takes a life,
of madness,
of anger,
of loneliness,
to figure out this obsession.
Death as an obsession,
gets people jumpy,
it puts people on the edge.
When people can’t figure out why,
they begin to try,
to deny what is there.
My obsession with death
an obsession that can’t be explained,
can’t be described,
it can’t be compared.
my obsession with death,
is my life,
it is my purpose,
it is my destiny.
what is your obsession?
thanks for reading yest again..n ihoped that u enjoyed until next time im out
~KioneThan~
Oh So Easy:
It’s oh so easy to hide,
oh so easy to fade.
It’s oh so easy to lie,
oh so easy to die.
It’s oh so easy to run,
run from yourself.
It’s oh so easy to pretend,
pretend your real.
It’s oh so easy to live with lies,
but oh so hard to confront the truth.
It’s oh so easy to cut,
one easy slice down the wrist,
one after the other.
It’s oh so easy to die,
as long as its with the lies.
Slip Away:
My mind is fogged,
from the blood loss.
My head hurts,
from the banging.
My body is sore,
from the neglect.
My soul has vanished,
from to much abuse.
My stomach rumbles,
from starvation.
My hands are weak,
from to much work.
My eyes are dried,
from to much crying.
My legs collapse,
after not enough use.
My friends have left,
because lack of attention.
My lover is gone,
because there was not enough love.
My body is slowly dying,
from the carelessness.
My heart stops bleeding,
there’s not enough blood.
My body becomes pale,
as my blood flows freely,
from my wrist n my neck.
But soon that once heated blood,
turns cold as ice.
As I slip away from this dingy place.
Obsession with....DEATH:
~Death~ is my obsession.
An obsession that can’t,
be figured out by anyone.
It takes a life,
of madness,
of anger,
of loneliness,
to figure out this obsession.
Death as an obsession,
gets people jumpy,
it puts people on the edge.
When people can’t figure out why,
they begin to try,
to deny what is there.
My obsession with death
an obsession that can’t be explained,
can’t be described,
it can’t be compared.
my obsession with death,
is my life,
it is my purpose,
it is my destiny.
what is your obsession?
thanks for reading yest again..n ihoped that u enjoyed until next time im out
~KioneThan~