A FEW PIECES

BEAUTIFULY SICK MIND
A beautifuly sick mind
That unbids time
That twisted words and told of sin
Creating a want to give in
Blatant words and meticulous meanings
Telling of lustful human beings
Seeing without seeing
No picture, no notion
Only intwined bodies and motion
Spiting a sea, creating an ocean
Words that told of deep emotions
Giving charachters a face and a name
But telling off one's own wants and shame




UNTITLED
Through new found eyes
I forsee my demise
I have lived, laughed but not loved
You see i have shoved
Away any hope
So that i might cope
With this short life
Filled with grief and strife
To hurt is to be vulnorable
But i wish to die honorable
Not ashamed
With no one to blame
Other than myself



I can love from afar
Because I know that I’m not up to par
Yet I think I can go on
Through till the last dawn
You see I have foregone
Our time together
For our time apart is better
Because I can love from afar
So no matter where you are
I'll still hold you near my heart
I knew this from the start
It was best we part
But never forget
And never fret
My little pet
Because I can love from afar

Angels

My sweet angelic devil
How you have made me revel
Yet you cause a pang
That sets off a chain
That goes against the grain
Hurting but not showing
Not diminishing but growing
As i realize what you really are
Even though your skin is void of any marr
There is something deeper than a scar
Your heart is not but blackened charr
Yet the wings i see are the purest white
Giving off the softest of light
Though you hurt and bedevil
You are still my sweet angelic devil


Unseeing eyes
Unfolding lies
Unvoiced cries
Fill the world
Blood tipped wings unfurled
Black charred pearls
Adorn the Angel of Destruction
The death and obstruction
Bring voiced joys
As she kills her toys
Neither girls nor boys
Can escape her wrath
Deaths stench encases her path
As she watches a blood bath
Caused by enearthly words
Carried by her black birds

♥
Sam

Blissful Ignorance

Ignorance is bliss
To those who know horror
And wish for that blindness
And those who know
Curse the knowledge
For it is a heavy burden
To be acquainted much like Atlas
Some "unable" to bear
The ones we call insane
Yet they behold their insight
With a vice like grip
Even though they seem unstable
We should be asking them
The unanswerable questions
Yet we shy away from them
With distaste and disdain
Fearing their wisdom
When we should not
Only those who choose not to know
Are the insane ones
The blind ones
To inflict one's self
To not see or hear
The horrid but true tales
The terror of reality
Which we avoid
See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil
To not see is to be blind
To not hear is to be deaf
To not speak is to lie