My the Bed Side

December 30, 2009
I leave my heart in a jar by the bed side
Waiting till it stops beating
finally giveing up the lie.
I am not Human.
I will never be.
I was raised on Televition
and the thought of the end of history
My brain has been stained with
Black. Black. Black.
And im done bleaching it back.

Here It is drenched .
My heart
All Mood swung and falling apart.
You hit me
I do the same back
You kick.
I slap.
And now my fists are mere images of
My heart

Beaten and betrayed.
I raise the jar over my head.
Finally its will be dead.
I smash the ground will it fly
I wish only you good bye.

Im horrid this i know.
My dislike for it is soon to grow.
I want the taste of blood.
Or just to have it on my finger tips
Im Not human.
Im Pure.
EVIL





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