Post by Xomb on Feb 21, 2013 17:26:00 GMT -5
An original poem by me.
There's a method to my madness
That has a root in sadness
With a question to my sorrow
On if I'll see tomorrow
A tinge of darkness to my soul
Where reality is no goal
As whispers hiss and voices cry
I have the feeling I shall die
My days are numbered, the time is marked
Another body in the dark
Though light battles day and day
From the night I can not stray
The moon a pearl, the stars mere diamonds
I look within and can not find them
Black and cold, bleak and drear
I hear them whisper to my ear
Silent demons come to play
A constant war with them today
And through it all I must confess
This world of mine I do detest
Shattered mirrors and haunting dreams
Nothing is ever as it seems
In darkest nights and brightest days
It seems that sanity never stays
A sharpened blade, a hanging noose
If I falter they shall be loose
My mind a prison for them and I
Life a journey, the end to die
Shadows abound, silent and free
Are there others quite like me?
A shrieking scream that pierces loud
Heard by none within a crowd
A silent tale of the rose black
And once again no turning back
Twisted dreams and scattered thoughts
Darkness breeds insidious plots
The light inside me fights in vain
For long has nighthood overcame
Shadows alive inside my head
Forever speaking tongues of dead
Will you come out to play with me?
We still have so much more to see
Take it not serious, life's a game
If you believe me you're insane
Blood flows blue and blood flows red
Another name for fear is dread
I hear a creature I do not see
Could it be inside of me?
A loaded gun, a bottle and pills
Can't you see my mind is ill?
As if it were of shattered glass
Once repaired but not to last
My heart is bleeding, crying blood
If only I could hide it under mud
Not suffer through the slings and arrows
But raise an army from the barrows
To go forth, conquer and see
Then raise my arm in victory
It's but a dream, that's a fact
Yet still I feel under attack
A constant war within my head
About the living, about the dead
I sincerely hope that you can see
The method to my insanity
There's a method to my madness
That has a root in sadness
With a question to my sorrow
On if I'll see tomorrow
A tinge of darkness to my soul
Where reality is no goal
As whispers hiss and voices cry
I have the feeling I shall die
My days are numbered, the time is marked
Another body in the dark
Though light battles day and day
From the night I can not stray
The moon a pearl, the stars mere diamonds
I look within and can not find them
Black and cold, bleak and drear
I hear them whisper to my ear
Silent demons come to play
A constant war with them today
And through it all I must confess
This world of mine I do detest
Shattered mirrors and haunting dreams
Nothing is ever as it seems
In darkest nights and brightest days
It seems that sanity never stays
A sharpened blade, a hanging noose
If I falter they shall be loose
My mind a prison for them and I
Life a journey, the end to die
Shadows abound, silent and free
Are there others quite like me?
A shrieking scream that pierces loud
Heard by none within a crowd
A silent tale of the rose black
And once again no turning back
Twisted dreams and scattered thoughts
Darkness breeds insidious plots
The light inside me fights in vain
For long has nighthood overcame
Shadows alive inside my head
Forever speaking tongues of dead
Will you come out to play with me?
We still have so much more to see
Take it not serious, life's a game
If you believe me you're insane
Blood flows blue and blood flows red
Another name for fear is dread
I hear a creature I do not see
Could it be inside of me?
A loaded gun, a bottle and pills
Can't you see my mind is ill?
As if it were of shattered glass
Once repaired but not to last
My heart is bleeding, crying blood
If only I could hide it under mud
Not suffer through the slings and arrows
But raise an army from the barrows
To go forth, conquer and see
Then raise my arm in victory
It's but a dream, that's a fact
Yet still I feel under attack
A constant war within my head
About the living, about the dead
I sincerely hope that you can see
The method to my insanity