Here is where I will put all the poetry and other writings that I do. I hope you enjoy them. I know that
they may be dark and anguish filled, but they are an out-pouring of my feelings at the time. Please, I ask you, that
if you wish to use any part of this site for any reason, including the poetry, give credit where credit is due and credit
me for the work. I do not belive in plagerism. Thank you.
BLACK HOLE
Darkness. Blackness. An empty void.
Lifeless. Souless. A picture of nothingness.
My life. My world. Me.
Unbearable pain. Seething anger. Overwhelming saddness.
Depression. Oppression. Perfection.
Death. Peace. Rest.
The end has come.
No turning back.
SET ME FREE
Everyone is happy as you can see.
Everyone, that is, except me.
I am in my own personal hell.
I have fallen into a neverending well.
Misery and hate consumes me.
Death is the only thing to set me free.
Free from pain, free from strife.
Free from this joke of a life.
Rage fills my days, terror my nights.
I see no glimmer of white light.
You can say it will get better, talk till you're blue.
But you are only describing life for you.
EMPTY SHELL
I stare at the ground.
I look in the mirror.
Trying to look around.
Trying to understand this terror.
I see nothing looking back at me.
Like I am non-existent
I am trying to open my eyes to see.
Someone tell me if I missed it.
I am a lifeless, empty shell.
Devoid of all hope, life and worthiness.
I am in Hell.
I deserve nothing less.
I am of no use to my family and friends.
I cannot be what they need.
Everyone will be better off without me in the end.
To live the lives they deserve to lead.
BOUND IN THE DARK
Dark void all around me.
I can't scream, I can't cry.
He's got me bound right where he wants me.
In his dungeon of evil.
Do what he says or face the punishment.
What Hell could be worse than this?
Cut and starve, starve and cut.
These are his rules, I cannot disobey.
The consequences would be far worse.
For if I do not cut and starve.
I will surely die..by the hand of evil.
By the hand of my own.
