Biography of Chey King
So far in my life I have done absolutely nothing but hurt myself and others around me.... And in saying that, these poems come from a dark and broken heart. I know that I am young but I have been through some things that have altered the way that I see the world and life itself. (No I am not a simple-minded suicidal teenage-dramaqueen)
I have found that I can do more than cause pain but Change AVE is not an easy road to travel... :) but I'm trying...
Chey King's Works:
Chey King Poems
A Way Out?
Which way would I go? Who else would be there, But my bold, unbreakable foe?
The taste of someone that never fades Like a million exotic shades of red But with love comes lust
Cut Me, Make Me Bleed
I have become numb After all those years of being under your thumb There was never a chance to break the silence There was never a chance to catch my balance
I have a wall Blank Unmoving You'll never know who I am or what I'm doing
Nothing In My Heart
Devoid of everything that should matter Yell in victory should my heart splatter Yell because you have mastered the art The art of tearing me apart
Protect Defend Survive The words had been engraved,
To The Caretaker
You may yell and shout Call me your slave But when I get out You will never be safe
A Broken Reality
Who's soul should you keep intact? When you have yet to accomplish fact When I have tried so hard to appease When you have yet to attempt to please
The Suicide: Leaving A Legacy
As the knife plunges into his flesh, His soul is set free Even if only temporary he is content Although his actions are overrated, overused, and forever scrutinized-
Night Sky #4: What Lies Underneath?
Her beauty was tainted How many hearts has she broken with no more remorse Than a lion at the throat of its prey?
Invisible to the world in these woods; Capturing, Killing whatever he could. But it was the chase, Not the prize
It was excruciating... Her fingernails dug at the string that sewed her mouth shut The silence threatened to crush what was left of her soul Blood poured from her lips as she scraped what was left of her flesh
I had finally accepted who I was, I had finally come to terms with what I felt inside, Until the very fabric of myself that I had sewn together with an erratic mind and a broken heart
The waves of pain are coming down now Crashing against your suspended frame. Hung by the neck, your sorrows dangle, Following you down your path of destruction
Cut Me, Make Me Bleed
I have become numb
After all those years of being under your thumb
There was never a chance to break the silence
There was never a chance to catch my balance
And after all these years of feeling nothing
Make me bleed,
Let me fall, shrieking