The child crys in the dark A poem and other rants.....
Transposed from my journal tonight. I was mad i wrote here it is.........
Can anyone tell what album i was listening to ? hahahaha
Like thunder under a red light
Like blood spilled on the floor
I look inside me
I move in time
I choose my eternity like this
The blood boils
The skin melts
I feel like I am falling apart
Why is it always... Like this?
The child crys in the dark
For no one to remember his voice
I scream into nothingness
The child crys in the dark
The darkeness crys under
A blue sky
The moon shines bright in the night
And I wait..........
In the cold night
Watching the smoke drift
Into the cold bright light
The child in the night
Freshly scarred arms that mean nothing
I scratch and I bite and I pull
At nothing
I can lose myself in this
I run into the night
Under the blood of the dark red night
The moon drifts and fades behind
The veil of blood
Why is it always...... Like this?
Why can't the answer ever be no?
To the dark red light
Under the the thunder of of the dark red night
It's always the same
I hide behind this veil
Of the thunder of emotions
That come cascading down
Why is it always like this?
I hate this. I am always torn to the anger, to the darkeness that lives inside of me. I feel like i am laughing darkly. Drifting into the world waiting for the end to come. It's like some sort of cosmic joke. The carpet , being pulled out from under me. I come crashing down falling into the darkness of the tide of emotion that becomes love that becomes hate and try to own what i am what i feel and she can only tell me all things pass. What is that to me? Does she think i dont know that? It's like walking on a field of eggshells and being a giant unable to tread softly. Unable to walk gently and open my heart and my sould and is all i want is a little something. A kiss a touch a reasuring glasnceand i am met mostly with silence. She says i dont know what to say. I feel like an embryo tossing into a sea of chaos unable to borne ont the shores of life. it's like ice in my heart. A shadow world of emotions i dont know. Screaming at the unfairness of it all. Screaming at the world i am forced to live this liife in where everything and nothing feels like a cold death of silence. Name my name into my heart. Who am i ? What is this that i am forced to sit in? And love for what it is and what it will become. Feeling like my own siamese twinunable to seperate from who i am and what i will be. I sit and smoke in the cold with the cold white of the moon to guide me by. How do i tread in a field of gently breakable stones this uneven path this given game what is this? I scream against the unjust of it all. I tire of this burden why do i feel like i should have never been born?
Transposed from my journal tonight. I was mad i wrote here it is.........
Can anyone tell what album i was listening to ? hahahaha
Like thunder under a red light
Like blood spilled on the floor
I look inside me
I move in time
I choose my eternity like this
The blood boils
The skin melts
I feel like I am falling apart
Why is it always... Like this?
The child crys in the dark
For no one to remember his voice
I scream into nothingness
The child crys in the dark
The darkeness crys under
A blue sky
The moon shines bright in the night
And I wait..........
In the cold night
Watching the smoke drift
Into the cold bright light
The child in the night
Freshly scarred arms that mean nothing
I scratch and I bite and I pull
At nothing
I can lose myself in this
I run into the night
Under the blood of the dark red night
The moon drifts and fades behind
The veil of blood
Why is it always...... Like this?
Why can't the answer ever be no?
To the dark red light
Under the the thunder of of the dark red night
It's always the same
I hide behind this veil
Of the thunder of emotions
That come cascading down
Why is it always like this?
I hate this. I am always torn to the anger, to the darkeness that lives inside of me. I feel like i am laughing darkly. Drifting into the world waiting for the end to come. It's like some sort of cosmic joke. The carpet , being pulled out from under me. I come crashing down falling into the darkness of the tide of emotion that becomes love that becomes hate and try to own what i am what i feel and she can only tell me all things pass. What is that to me? Does she think i dont know that? It's like walking on a field of eggshells and being a giant unable to tread softly. Unable to walk gently and open my heart and my sould and is all i want is a little something. A kiss a touch a reasuring glasnceand i am met mostly with silence. She says i dont know what to say. I feel like an embryo tossing into a sea of chaos unable to borne ont the shores of life. it's like ice in my heart. A shadow world of emotions i dont know. Screaming at the unfairness of it all. Screaming at the world i am forced to live this liife in where everything and nothing feels like a cold death of silence. Name my name into my heart. Who am i ? What is this that i am forced to sit in? And love for what it is and what it will become. Feeling like my own siamese twinunable to seperate from who i am and what i will be. I sit and smoke in the cold with the cold white of the moon to guide me by. How do i tread in a field of gently breakable stones this uneven path this given game what is this? I scream against the unjust of it all. I tire of this burden why do i feel like i should have never been born?
...maybe its all the afi hype that made me think of that..
...either way...i like it...
thank you for your comments, very much.