Steven Hoon Poems

I see a broken boy who’s confused about what’s real and fake.
He wanders if when he dies if he will actually wake.
He cries out for love, but finds that no one will answer his prayer.
Because he never faced the reality that there was no one ever there.
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Oh god, this pain will encourage me,
And drive me to the brink ov my insanity...
With a feeling more painful than dissection...
Oh my f*cking god! ! !
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Can you honestly claim your life to be a living Hell?
When you left me bleeding the insanity ov your betrayal.
I know I'm insane,
But I can not die.
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Lost in this world...
Alone and scared...
Lost in this world...
So unprepared...
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Listen to me call your name...
So gently you come to me...
Yet you can't see the danger you're in...
So gently you will leave this place...
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Never again will light shine on this nocturnal heart.
If my necromantic love were ever to end.
Never ending longing for one with peral flesh.
And hair as fair and red as the liquid dripping from my neck.
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At times I feel my veins are filled with distane...
So bleed me out and show me the way of purity...
Tie me down and give my brain a new host...
This human flesh is frail and weak...
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Breath me in then spit me out...
This is only clear in nightmares...
Toxic tonics, hang me from my esophagus...
Demons crawling out my eye's, screaming 'On of us! '
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Impale my heart then gently rub the wound with lime...
Then drain out my once known self then fill me with grime...
Screaming such a silent whisper I kneel to thee...
Knowing you will never understand why I plee...
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Somewhere beyond the fences that cloud my mind,
and far beyond the gates of Purgatory.
Lays the soul of my formor shell of a body...
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