You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013
I wake up with another tear
for I have again, relived the nightmare
will it ever leave me with any way to see
when will I again be able to see my family
the past is forgiven
so why is it still living
my heart was so broken
but soon after it was frozen
let it lie and the past die
for I have a life to live with
but the past is still being relived
how do I stop this past of torture
so I can find my new future
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
I'm sorry mom, but I killed a man.
His daughter and newborn that was in his hands.
I'm so sorry because you raised me well,
but there's a demon inside
and I thought that I should tell.
I found pleasure in their weeps and cries.
I smiled softly as the tears rolled down from their eyes.
I told them hush, hush, it's for the best.
While I smothered the baby
and stuck the knife in his chest.
I felt an absence, so I contemplated.
On how to create a deathly masterpiece,
so that the media wouldn't be devastated.
I smeared the blood on the wall
and drew a smiley face.
I severed the man's arm
and stuck it in the fire place.
I heard subtle cries,
the man was still grasping for life.
I should have made those incisions with a sharper knife.
I laid the dead child beside him to see his reaction.
Then I stabbed him again,
while he focused on the distraction.
He's a brave soldier, he didn't die easily.
Sad it didn't happen more peacefully.
I bet his daughter would've been proud.
She would've survived,
if she didn't play music so loud.
I crept up the stairs and peeked inside the room.
She was teenaged, around sixteen I assumed.
She didn't even scream,
well that was until she saw me.
And the blood on my hands,
so she tried to brawl me.
Tough girl, I'll admit, she sure put up a fight.
But she swung with her left, I dodged and struck her with a right.
She fell to the ground, I raised my hands in victory.
Then I paused and realized there was no prize meant for me.
So I dragged the body downstairs
and laid her beside her family.
I bet this wasn't the horrid day they planned to see.
Oh well, I slit a vein and let the blood spew out.
I decided to tie her to a chair,
so she wouldn't move about.
I got bored and started to tear the infant from limb to limb.
Night began to fall,
outside of the window is dim.
I needed to speed up the process,
if I wanted there to be progress.
I nailed each limb to the wall
and for the head, I let it rest.
On the kitchen counter,
my art piece was starting to come alive.
The daughter's blood made a pool so deep that I could dive.
Two down, only him left to go.
I hung his body from the ceiling,
so he could be the centerpiece of the show.
I washed my hands and took pictures, this belonged in a gallery.
To be gazed upon by millions,
just the thought of it was flattering.
Blame the overwhelming aggression
or adolescent depression.
Don't think too much about it,
time never endures regression.
So mom when you come home tonight.
Try not to have such a fright.
Copyright © m.n.i.w m.n.i.w | Year Posted 2015
I am sorry, for all the heartaches,
For the countless tears,
Blood that has been spilled for 'goodness' sake,
And all of us afraid, hypnotized by fears,
I am sorry.
I do not know what to do.
I cannot understand this reality,
Of which only hatred is due,
Sorry, I cried with a broken heart,
My soul tainted with despair,
All I want is a new start,
Or at least for the world to quickly repair,
I cannot keep this grief,
It has blinded me from truth,
I cannot keep this belief,
That revenge is our only proof,
I am sorry. I am trying my best.
I changed and strive for better,
Not only for me, but for all the rest,
Humanity is my family, forget it never,
Responsibility lies within eyes that seek,
Hearts that beat and souls that peaked.
Do not leave me in heartache,
Do not leave me to sleep,
Shake those at rest and in slumber,
I am sorry but not for long,
Love is the answer,
A kind humanity is where we belong.
To each and everyone, responsibility lies within us, to change the world.
Copyright © Fariq Yusoff | Year Posted 2015
Put on the smile no one knows is a mask
Don't think of the questions no one bothers to ask
Take pride in your scars though you bare them alone
Dance, even though you cry when you're at home alone
Smile through your pain and the times that you've bled
Laugh at the demons that march through your head
Never take back the words that you've already spoken
Embrace the fact that you're happily broken
Copyright © Anna Krieske | Year Posted 2016
Through their eyes I seem to kill with no motive at all
But through my eyes I have all the more reason to.
I struck a knife to his heart and watched him fall,
as the blood spewed from his almost lifeless body,
I laughed with content,
and with everything I had I cried also.
As I saw the life drain from his eyes I remember how he watched me cry when he took my innocence away.
I remembered how he would laugh at my pain time and time again. And here I am now, standing in front of him, watching him die as I had pictured so many times before.
Here he is beginning for my forgiveness, beginning for me to save him, when all I wanted back then was for him to stop and save me.
But it's too late now.
Through his eyes i'm a murder,
and through my eyes he got what he deserved.
Copyright © Breanna Holland | Year Posted 2016