michelle sheppard


Dying In The Hell I Call Home - Poem by michelle sheppard

holocaust
in my mind
as i lay so lost
with no cure that i can find

im blank in a flashback
with no outer feeling
your honesty has a certancy lack
and your gruesome death is now sealing

life has now forsaken all it has come to be
broken my only link to my escape of suicide
time to runaway so i can finally be me
for im just so tired of having to hide

im on the top of the universe
24 stories high to be accurate
time to put my life in reverse
so im empty of corrupting hate

reality has become my worst enemy
leaving me all alone
for no one else in the dark waits for me
and all this cuts me down to my bleeding bone

i know im not trying
but seeing the black blood i bleed
i relized so your lyes im not buying
now ive figured out what i need

im slowly finding my way
through my twisted thought taking control
i just want to throw all hope away
since now ive lost my own soul

crying silently
in my hell i call home
i fight in my dreams so violently
in the darkness alone i can roam

now i die
in a world of chaos and evil
with u just standing by
no care in the world to kill


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 3, 2009



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