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[AJ]

sometimes when i get into bad moods....i just start writing. and i never know what im writing until its over. its actually kind of scary and i dont really enjoy it. but i thought id share it anyway. i have no idea where this stuff comes from. it just comes out. its like my soul or spirit writing


my soul likes to visit a place where
the angels cover their face with
dark wings as blood filled tears
slide down their pale cheeks and
splash onto the cold hard ground

no happiness to be found here
no love to fill the heart
music of death fills the ears
what the hell is going on here

no one speaks
only stares from eyes that are unforgiving
the sky is crimson
the ground burns and blackens the bare feet
and nothing satisfies your hunger or thirst

you will walk forever
with your knees aching
your feet hurting
you're starving to death
but death never comes

everyone walks around in dark robes
with black hoods over their heads
you cant see their faces
always looking down

i want to kiss the lips of death
god free me from this place
why does my soul like to visit here?
i think i must be sick

im scared to death
but i am happy
i want to live in the darkness
but i pray for light


thats all

 

[Missus_Philos0phyK]

wow, at least u did felt better when u cast the anger or pains out into words, i have been there and still do. thats a deep poet. hoped u did wrote something better than this, its kinda creep me out, a lil. but its all good.

 

[AJ]

wow, at least u did felt better when u cast the anger or pains out into words, i have been there and still do. thats a deep poet. hoped u did wrote something better than this, its kinda creep me out, a lil. but its all good.

lol im sure it did creep u out. it scared even me.