Diary of Destruction
Another day, another purpose
Shall I get inside your head?
And if I looked beneath my surface
What once inside was good is now just dead
Every time I find the meaning
I play it like a game
Until I hear a voice inside me screaming
What’s left are lies, embrace the pain
There’s nothing inside but the shards of my fall
There’s nothing within me but the dream of a place
I lived here for years as I built up a wall
But the wall caved within me and I’ve forgotten my face
Another dream, some more destruction
My reflection seems to smile
If I tried to satisfy your assumption
I’d screw you up, destruction style
There’s nothing left but the ashes of my demise
There’s nothing I see but a little book of your lies
To deny this now would only kill what is left
I’m caught in a circle and there is nothing but theft
Living for dying
Dying to live
I tear myself up and I’m unable to give
Living or dying
Dying to choose
I hide myself in my room and give in to the noose
If I love you I’ll kill you
If I kill you I’ll die
If I love you I’ll run
If I’m not with you I’ll try
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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