These are things that happen in my dreams
These are the things that my mind creates.
Dark,Death,Endless sleep,too sweet
I desire these, but know these I cannot ask for.
Must persevere,cannot quit,Have purpose
Pain be damned,Sadness numbed
I have things to accomplish,to kill, to conquer,
Until I face the reaper,go to my keeper.
The day will come when my anger will have to release
When the body count will be my only peace.
When I can shout"**** IT ALL!!!"and paint the town red,
And carry around severed heads.
Fate tells me I'm gonna have a violent end
But to me that would be a godsend.
People freak at my sight,Children weep,
And sirens bleep
The Hell in my heart runs deep,
But still I cannot weep.
The mask has to drop sometime................
You can hate it, rate it, or masturbate to it,I really don't care.
this is my first poem in years,so i'm expectin jeers.
Wanted to let my mind wander,and type how I truly feel.
I am never sorry if I offend anyone.