Conformity Is the True Terrorist.
My spirit is tumbling down the hill and onto the cliff
Jumping off into a dark abyss
I've descended into doom
I've filled everything with gloom
Heart palpitations give a whole new meaning to heart break
Fill these wounds and my pain to take
So tired of all this chaos
Sick of all this straining loss
Pacifists can only pacify for so long
Before they realize the right thing is really the wrong
No matter how godly or how devilish
No matter what, this pain wont be abolished
Throughout the deepest trenches and deadliest gallows
The ghosts of my past come out and its me they swallow
I keep sinking down into these incomprehensible emotions
Everything racing by as my life moves in slow motion
Paranoia slips in deep
Normalcy is nothing left to keep
Craving most the things that used to bring me pain
I want all that comfort to be mine once again
How much I depise that you've single handedly put me back into this place
I never wanted to become part of this mental space
But you created this lie that I became a part of
Turned my whole world inside out just to feel your love
Now look at me
What do you see?
These broken dreams, these twisted alibis
Trying so hard not to cry
Begging the world to not leave me in silence
I'll slave myself away, I'll pay whatever penance
Just free me from this pain
Take me from this agony, and let me see the light again.
Goodnight to you all
This peculiar girl will drift into her final fall
Enjoy yourselves and pretend everything fine
Just like you do all the time.
Copyright © Kiara Lowdog | Year Posted 2009
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