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Finding My Way

Posted in Dark Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2009 by planetvegas

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A rat trap, a cage, It’s all the same, Locked in these believed problems where you are the one to blame. To live, to die, I cry when trying to find my way. There really is no time to figure everything out or to find what you’re about. No time to find my way. What’s true, what’s false? Who’s trustful, who’s distrustful? What am I? Am I of the two, or something else?

pokerAngels cry tears of blood, while demons laugh at the world’s demise. Gods and Devils are playing cards. Not caring that the world is dying. The world isn’t worth God’s love or the devil’s hate. The human race is a joke. Once a race of beauty and fine arts, now a race of bums, scum, and good-for-nothings. Women are of an unsavory element and men are disreputable creatures.The human race had their chance to be loved and they ruined it, like everything they get their hands on.

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Life Support

Posted in Dark Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 5, 2009 by planetvegas

Life Support

Tomorrow, as the sun rises,
Tomorrow, as the sun sets and its brightness blinds my sight.
Tomorrow, as I rise from where I lay.
Tomorrow, as I become higher than those who have hated me.
Tomorrow, as I become higher than those who have loved me.
Tomorrow, as I rise higher than those who have tried to destroy me.
Tomorrow, as I rise higher than those who have tried to save me.

Tomorrow, I will take my last breath.heart
A breath in slow motion.
A heart beating slowly, then coming to a complete stop.
A train ride to death.


Tomorrow, as the sun falls and the light is no longer to be seen.
I will pass higher than the sun ever has.heart
That will be my fate for tomorrow.

Life at its Very Death

Posted in Dark Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 5, 2009 by planetvegas

Life at its Very Death:

I find myself dying the way I have always dreamed.
I walk to a field with high grass, pull out a sharp knife and cut my wrist. I watch the blood flow out, then stab myself in the heart. I fall slowly. My eyes look up at the sun while I lie on my back and bleed to death.

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It doesn’t even compare to the way you hurt me.

My only joy before I die is the warm sunlight.
It makes me believe it’s your warmth on me.
But then I decide that I want to feel total and complete pain.
So I open my eyes wider to see that there is no one there.

Just total and complete loneliness, like I feel now.

Gun-Point-Suicide-Attempt

2002


Oops!

Posted in Dark Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 21, 2009 by planetvegas

Oops!:
RazerBlade
Oh no!
What have I done?

Blood on hands;
soaked through my clothes.
What have I done?

Can I take it back?
If I had nails
I would nail my hands
to a wall lock and key

from such. A deed,
I did not. I let them be
free.

Some things are not meant
to be free, such as me.
At least that’s what I tell
myself as I kneel down on
my knees.


Soldier Boy

Posted in Dark Poetry with tags , , , on May 6, 2009 by planetvegas

The path of a soldier is cold & bitter, with no emotions,

no feelings–only promises to live by: die for Honor,
Duty, & Country.
[OOH-RAH]

A soul must give up a lot to manifest a soldier,
Format it’s character,
Delete it’s freedoms’,
Apple Q it’s life.

These conditions must be taken,
They must be stripped in order to produce
a perfect one-shot-one-kill clothed in green and Black
with one blue & one red eye breathing on your sweet neck,
sinking of the teeth, going for the death lock,
assassin.

Respect us, Fear us– Don’t Fuck with us.

“Lead, follow, or get the fuck out of the way.”
— Thomas Paine

Officer Down

Posted in Dark Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 6, 2009 by planetvegas

My head goes round and round as the oil pours out.

I’m not made in color, but a thick and rich grade.

My friends and I will spend years, months, & days
here in bloodshed until “Their” de
als are met.

I will die for my home but I know this is wrong.

My votes aren’t counted–some sorta delay.

Only way to change on this end is for you to follow your pledge,
but you won’t even plant a tree for me.

I guess I’m dead & wind energy is out of the question, you
say it’s a mess.
It’s funny with greenhouse gases you still say
gasoline is the best.