Wicked
a poem by Rynde

the world is just so tainted, so torn

[I can't take this pain, my soul is worn]

messed up my whole life, I have

[everthing shattered, nothing left]

I just don't know who to trust

[my conscious beliefs turned to rust]

believing lie after lie, sunk deeper into despair

[not that I bother, not that I care]

so many times have I allowed you to prey on my mind

[manipulate me, take all that is mine]

this misery I have lost myself in

[not only is endless, but comes from within]

I have learnt to enjoy my pain

[relive my sorrow time again]

Maybe I am weak, maybe I am wrong

[maybe the road I seek is naught as long]

but I cannot know, I am too distorted

[too much have I seen to be comforted]

this poison that kills me slowly and sure

[has trapped me, using you as a lure]

I know you won't grieve when I take my ticket

for a trip to hell

[you're far too wicked].

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