Sick And Twisted Poem by Matt Young
Sick And Twisted
Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted
So many tricks & so many lies
Too many whens & too many whys
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped & twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number's unlisted
Lost in someone so warped & twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped & twisted
obvious rhyme, yet i found myself pulled into the poem, your work reminds me of how i used to write some years back, back when i bled the words of Jim morrison, and Kurt, and breathed the words of a thousand other well fed tortured souls best regards V
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4/23/2024 3:54:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wow its great. i understand it so easily. most of mine arnt rhyming but it still has a point to it mostly b/c im a begainer. but i loved thisone you wrote. :)