for some reason i have a thing for writing dark and depressing poems. hmm but oh well heres another one...
The sweet innocence of pain running in my veins
causing me to weep to every pound it sends to my heart
able to feel nothing, having blindness
soon to be lost in darkness for life
reaching out to find a hand
but only to feel the dark coldness of the damned
knowing that i have nothing left of the human soul
only to turn my back and sleep
to forget te unquestioed belief of mankind
there is no god or human that could save a lost as i
screaming as these demonic terrors clasp me throat
laying on my death bed of graves
that soon take my flesh and bones
