Demons rip my heart out and cast me away,
For I have no time for you, there are dues to be paid.
I no longer want to be part of your game,
I want to be free of this lie you framed,
I don’t want to think I’m worthless,
I don’t want to think I deserve to die,
Even if it was the truth,
I don’t want to be sad inside.
I want to live,
I want to dream,
I want nothing to be, as it seems.
I want to be free of depression,
I want to be free of damnation,
I want my blood to run cold,
And my heart to be sold,
And live a life of determination.
Then I would no longer have to feel,
I would no longer be that broken toy,
That nobody thinks about,
And just keeps passing by.
It’s too bad I sold my soul to the shadows,
Because eventually they set me free,
But now that my depression is over,
I have no heart to relove with,
And no blood left to bleed with,
I have no life to relive over.
Please bare with me. I am really going thru a lot these past few months.
First, work has been detaining ike hell and of course there alot of offline shit that has been bruising me.
The Only consolation i am getting over all these bruised and scar is that i have written a number of poems and essays that i will be publishing soon.
But I hope i survive this one before it finally knock me down.
Let my photo makes you feel what i feel now.