[Th3Proph3t]

Why do I even try
If I try and make a move
Its like Im fucking parylzed
It doesnt matter what I do
Look deep inside into my eyes
Way past the tears and yells they cry
To try to find the truth inside
Just so you can tell me lies?
I try not to think about
The times that we had, denied
If killing thoughts is murder
Then I have committed genocide
Maybe I should cry for help
Or just committ suicide
It wouldnt matter anyways
My heart has already died...

Everything I attempt to do
Is targeted and pulverized
Throw some salt into my wounds
Just so you can hear me cry
String me at the gallows
Embarrass me for one last time
Throw me to the masses
Hell, you can be the pesticide
Remind of a rose bush
Youre the thorn in my side
And I probably have a thorn
For every single time I tried
Maybe thats why I hurt
And cry myself to sleep at night
And wake again refreshed
Only haunted by your returning sight

[Shadow Hunter]

Awesome.Did you feel the same way as you described while writing this? Or a old pain just forcing you to write this?

[Liyan Oz]

cool i like it,, your poem is noce..

but...

mKE lINUX POEM friend wuakkaka

[Th3Proph3t]

I wrote this as I felt last night.