BigDaddyBiermann's blog: "Testamonie"

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A Slow Bleed

My life is incomplete without you

I am always thinking about you

Who am I to doubt you

To say that life can go on without you

Knowing that I have trouble believing

That looks can be deceiving

With an inner beauty feeding

And growing upon the grounds

Of which have taken too much of a beating

Please god let there be some meaning

Of this heart that keeps a beating

Let it not continue to be a bleeding

Of this life without a meaning

Because the blood sweat and tears

Has gone on for to many years

And alone without your peers

Left alone with only fears

And to finally be in a place

To look them in the face

It is only by the grace

That we get to be at this place

So remove us from complicity

And teach us the meaning of humility!

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The Pain’s End

The pain within

Is at the end

Cutting bends the blades

There’s no need for shades

To hide the dilation

Of meths mutilation

The infatuation

Of the death gripping insinuations

Clock stopping

Time ending

Mind bending

Will there be no mending

Of this insanity

Filling all sorts of panic

No one to understand

The manic

Always in a state of frantic

Never to sleep

Always to creep

Looking to peek

Through the blinds

Racing across the mind

Unstoppable thought

With no order

Numbing the emotions

Causing a commotion

It takes quite a devotion

To actually plunder the notion!

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Empty soul!!!

What is this world all about

Why is it that I am so filled with doubt

The open soars that are filled with grout

That empty spout

Where life poured out

Has just dried out

I know to turn

Face to face to shout

But with muttered thoughts

On the tongue

All I want to do is run

But to turn and stay in place

Is there a chance

 I may just get a taste

If I do not cut and paste

To write my own true thoughts of haste

And to stand and fight

Not to prove wrong or right

But to make it through the night

There just might be some delight

In spit of what one might write.