Wednesday, December 21, 2005

The Mutilation.
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feeling really depressed.i guess..i suffer from severe depression?blah.nothing works.anyway.this poem is about infliction,depression,it's what i really feel inside,so bear with me.Just to tell y'all out there..dun ever start on self-infliction.it's addictive.EXTREMELY.so don't.anyway,mel was here.(:

All of a sudden,the silence revoked,
will the end of the world ever come,or is it just a rumour?
That promises,so sensibly,
The sides of the earth seem to crumble so indefinitely,
Trembling,a disaster,a psychological incapability.

That drill,that emotion,drives through it all,
The hurt,the pain,the cries drown it all,
Mankind,so selfish,his nature,so native,
A word is but a word,Pain is indescribable,
Understand,dont they.Deny,do they.

Defining,so ambidextrous,the source of all denials,
They bring about the smother,the weak,
Trolls of all trolls,
Look closer,Their eyes,of which,expression seems so defiant,
Yet,feeble-hearted inside,evil triumphs over good?

Untamed,Wild hell,a masquerade,
Like a zoo,Variations,too many too soon,
Of which conscience if not corrected for the umpteenth,
Mixed up,Like the whirlwinds,It's proportions drift ever so silently,
It all quivers,unexpectedly,ownership made void,
Responsibility threatens so suddenly.

Uncouth,are they?
Barbaric?Say they?
Oppose,these naive,they,who brought about the ends of ends,
The Insanity of their souls,Ribbons of their nerves,
So daring,so hypocritical,
They dare say their word.

An addiction which can never be overcome,
when approached,withdrawal,it all occurs,
trembling,shaking,faking,helplessly,
The sound of blades,the feel of the renowned,regained new blood of life,
But if so,why of movements,so hesitantly,do they drift?

A puzzle that can never be fixed,
pieces that are missing,
All that effort,a frame blocks it all,
a stampede of uncertainty rushing in,
so chaotic;

Moodswings,they fall,they rise,
But can never balance,
Embittered,the grudge,behold!she hesitates,
Yet,the monstrous scars that violate her skin,crawling past the veins,
Could never heal,a blemish forever,in the hearts of all minds,
Minds of all hearts.






4:28 PM

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