In the heart
Blackest black and darkest night, are not enough to end this fight
Gleaming red, hated eyes draw near, reminding me of what I fear
Hatred roiling, writhes inside, I cannot find a place to hide
Demons drawing near to me, with unclouded vision do I see
Relentless fury drawing close, chasing me, your hatred grows
I can feel them in my mind, these things from which I have tried to hide
Never may I ask for help, this is my battle, my personal hell
Tell the others, a voice says, they will listen and love you still
I know they will not understand, all the lives lain at my feet
They can never know about, all the blood caked on my hands
And even though I scrub them raw, I can feel it dripping off
Their blood, my blood, its all the same and I am left alone with my pain
No one understands the pain; I am drowning in the rain
I long to tell of my past, to take away this lonely mask
But as dusks shadows begin to fall, and again their spirits start to call
Again I see his lies, the way he used me makes my skin crawl
How could they understand, I dont even truly know
Why I was taken in his thrall, so easily, not at all
There can be no rest, my mind as prison will be the test
To see which one is the best, my father or me...
They say that when the angels fell, God cast them into hell
And no one knows where hell truly is, except in a fiery abyss
Well I can tell you where hell is, I have been there, visited it
But only I can get to hell, because my heart is truly hell
Authors note- See the idea actually sprang from the thought that if hell
existed maybe it was only in the heart of a person...you know like the
extreme depressions and hate you feel leading up to a decision of suicide,
except that pain and self-loathing goes on for an eternity. Ok im rambling
now so im gonna go write another poem and post it tonight. Later
Blackest black and darkest night, are not enough to end this fight
Gleaming red, hated eyes draw near, reminding me of what I fear
Hatred roiling, writhes inside, I cannot find a place to hide
Demons drawing near to me, with unclouded vision do I see
Relentless fury drawing close, chasing me, your hatred grows
I can feel them in my mind, these things from which I have tried to hide
Never may I ask for help, this is my battle, my personal hell
Tell the others, a voice says, they will listen and love you still
I know they will not understand, all the lives lain at my feet
They can never know about, all the blood caked on my hands
And even though I scrub them raw, I can feel it dripping off
Their blood, my blood, its all the same and I am left alone with my pain
No one understands the pain; I am drowning in the rain
I long to tell of my past, to take away this lonely mask
But as dusks shadows begin to fall, and again their spirits start to call
Again I see his lies, the way he used me makes my skin crawl
How could they understand, I dont even truly know
Why I was taken in his thrall, so easily, not at all
There can be no rest, my mind as prison will be the test
To see which one is the best, my father or me...
They say that when the angels fell, God cast them into hell
And no one knows where hell truly is, except in a fiery abyss
Well I can tell you where hell is, I have been there, visited it
But only I can get to hell, because my heart is truly hell
Authors note- See the idea actually sprang from the thought that if hell
existed maybe it was only in the heart of a person...you know like the
extreme depressions and hate you feel leading up to a decision of suicide,
except that pain and self-loathing goes on for an eternity. Ok im rambling
now so im gonna go write another poem and post it tonight. Later