Darkside By:Shennan Rentsch
2010.02.10 - 10:43 AM
I like the way the dark side takes over,
The way the blood runs off my arm.
I like the way my eyes see dark things,
and the way of my evil charm.
I love the way I hurt myself,
and the way I never tell.
I love the way a cool blade feels,
when it takes away my personal hell.
I am obsessed with the way I say,
Everything's alright even when its not.
I am obsessed with the way no one ever knows,
the way the good and evil fought.
I hate how I can't stop,
and how they will never help.
I hate how I have no control,
and how the pain always make me yelp.
Now i find myself going back to old ways,
slowly going from light to dark.
Wanting to be good,
but heading back to the darkside.
i found my line. great poem :)
-cobi-
AWESOME POEM
Damn..
So all you crasy cutters are here together, hunh?
Wanna have a blood orgy? We could all be a bunch of crazy bloodsuckers just like amerika!
Whatcha say?
Any idea how much that self mutilation disturbs me? And other people that may love you girls?
So much more to life, I GUARANTEE YOU! We all live and learn. The only way we can't forgive ourselves and others for perceived hurts, rightly or wrongly, is if we're not here to be able to.
Ya'll wanna just go fishing or some other where instead?
I'll bet we could find something to make us glad we're alive.
Whatcha say?
OH, ain't talkin'?
OK.
But I'll check back case you change your mind. And you three might wanna look at some of the poems in Leaves of Grass, By Walt Whitman.
It's some earthy shit that you might make a connection with...