Ace Of Black Hearts
Spawn Of Sin - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
She spoke to me again. Like night terrors they keep coming. Invading my dreams. My constant suffering. My constant incompetence. Never understanding what this world really demanding. Wheres my out. What will eliminate my doubt. A life unfulfilled. Born upon others thrills. An exile in denial. Only trying to find something worth while. No since of style. My soul is so full of bile. Dirty diseased as they made me. Try to calm me. My hearts racing. I'm pacing. Please soothe the savage beast. Please open the release. Set me free. A captor of my own being. A fellow cretin. A spawn of sin. An ugly reincarnation of evils contemplation. Pain is my pleasure. Blood is my favorite color. Do I even know what love really is? Can I ever forgive? Hating myself for what I've become. Hating myself what I've done. A fallen angel who we spit on just for fun. My body is ravaged, broken, and torn. My soul is already gone. A conscience to aside. A liquid suicide. A melodramatic since of pride. The depth of my losses are so hard hide. Try what you will until it has been dis-proven. Draw your own conclusion. What you see before you is a mere illusion. For all that's left of my flesh. So cold, right down to the bone. Those who claim to be alone don't even know what it is to be a mere shadow. Walking right through walls. Nobody understands me at all. It is my downfall. An ackeles heal. Its so real. To feel, I only wish I knew. But when it's been drove into you, you are nothing. What you become is but a speck of what you could be. Killing a destiny. Never give it a chance. Trip them on the first dance. Shut them down by putting into to the ground. Head first, a sick kind of thirst. Think I just ate some dirt and it taste so damn good. I will never surrender like I should. I will continue my futile fight in the darkness, with the absence of any light for its my right.
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