Tired Vein..
Contributed by
MusicMyLife
on
Wednesday, 28th September 2011 @ 02:14:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I break the neck,
Of hate,
I threw up the bones,
Of life,
I cut myself,
Just to see the blood,
From a tired vein.
I carry the burdens,
Her burdens and my burdens,
There heavy and my backs hurting,
Carrying to much weight,
I'll dispose of the fate,
That lingers around.
I cant wait,
To see the blood of the animals,
That seeth,
And spit politics,
Out of a small,
Mouth.
I don't care about love,
At this precise moment.
She's spitting politics..
I am a misfit,
A rebel,
Dancing on the grave of adversity,
My arms are reaching for reality,
But i'm lost in a portal of injustice,
Battling these demons that cut,
Into my head,
I cant remember what i said,
I am lost for words,
Gearing for destruction,
The man with the baton,
Clearly puts up gate of obstruction.
I cant wait,
To see the blood of the animals,
That seeth,
And spit politics,
Out of a small,
Mouth.
I don't care about love,
At this precise moment.
Hazardous rain,
Washes away the pain,
But a rush of fate,
Bites into the gates to my heart.
I cant stay on my feet,
I try to reach,
But i fall into the puddle of emptiness,
Fighting the splashes,
Of rain and blood,
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