DJ RCkTRR549's blog: "Poem and Other Crap I Write"

Nail me to a cross, pronounce me dead, spear me- spear me again. You call yourself a friend. Kiss me on the cheek, seek it deciple. What is it you found- living in ground. Enslave me- enslave the one you love. Look in my face, forget my name. For when you die- what will you claim. Shamefull souls show all the shame, and yet you drive the nails. Evil provails. You turn your back, instead of fact, you pun- inspite the definition, that I'm your son. The reeper cloaks his hellish face, I state my case, and sign the book. The devil took,from the highest air. I guess God just didn't care. Spear me- spear me again.

Double helix stairway of questions plage my mind, following this path ensue, suggests that they rewind. Constrain unmindful thoughts into, oblivious to what they do, But still these words show no remorse. Contaminating aguished course. I'm blind to see my sorrows source. The curling smoke of surpressed candles, caused by all your obcured scandles. All your errors are so costly, yet your sentiments are lapse. Then accuse the other side, untill accusations grasp. All the offensive words you speak, and still forgiveness is what you seek? But when a fight gets dug to deep, your always first to fall asleep. Sleeping soundly? just in cause? While my heart is bleeding, patching hearts with tearing guase, While my hearts still needing. Where on this side of full regret, when words are said and fear is set. I'm drained of all until I'm weak, toss and turn can't fall asleep, opened mouth where words can't speak, I clench my chest and start to weep. And still forgiveness... is what you seek?

Quiet child flair your arms, silence alarms. Weeping rose a petal falls, it's helpless calls. A black spot in a white square, A pointless stare. Salvations light so bright and rich, turns black as pitch, to cloak this stitch, that tangles my birth. Mangling earth. Into the stove, creations clay, And so we lay,each passing day. The hourglass starts, stopping out hearts. As we are split,the angels spit. No words are spoken, as wings they are broken. zippered mouths with faceless features, plastured on these flying creatures. symbols for what's right and wrong, these things prolong. Rekindeling life, simplicities chore, fall upon the earth once more. reasons seem to rectify, all these tears, these tears I cry.

These scars of vengence against, these bleeding wounds of misery, give me all the comforts of being home again. A reoccuring constant in digits of my history. I need to talk, to spill the cup, to break the news to friends. And though it seems that mouths are glued, and mindless matters stir and stew. I cannot let go of the impressions of a disapearing dream. I'm tearing at the seam, a helpless soul, an empty bowl, of used flakes you shatter. What does it matter..... But know the chaos that you breed, know of pain and misery. I would wish this on, but cannot live, a spineless cowards leaking sive. And so I talk to friends defined, of only thought, creative mind.... I'm lost and no one knows where to look to find myself again. nobody cares the way my sheets smell of the dead.