|Posted on Monday, November 05, 2007 - 03:57 pm: ||
Something that I wrote, just looking for some feedback.
Hidden Behind the faces she wears, where the pain of life cant touch her.
Hatred seems a daily thing, why can't anyone love her.
Its a waste of time, shes a waste of life and its not getting better.
Wanting to escape she takes a hit, death is comming, is this it.
Shes just anohter page in the cocain diaries
Another wasted life, no longer making memories.
A name on a page, lost in the crowd of a hundred thousand more.
She wants to escape but every hit she takes inches sht the door.
Same old story, author of a different name.
The illistrations vary but the stories, they all end the same.
Shes another wayward soul, helpless and in need.
She begs for someone to save her, but they pay her no heed.
Its the source of a million calamities.
The never ending horror of the cocain diaries.
Shes one in a million, or just another face in the crowd.
Her lifes a mess that she can't clean, of what has she to be proud.
We watch her life with a morbid fascination.
She wants to live, she fears the dark, but we know her destination.
Shes scared to death but she cant stop, another hit, the devils kiss.
She loves the high but what she feared was this.
The days are getting shorter, the nights colder, nowhere she can hide.
The devil promised a sweet escape, and now she knows he lied.
Shes sinking lower, shes going down, laying to rest beneth the trees.
Just one more finished chapter in the cocain diaries
|Posted on Sunday, November 11, 2007 - 09:51 pm: ||
This is powerful write,
but I must say it's like
a cry for help.
He who knows your troubles
bare, will help you on your feet.
Great wonderful penning