I wonder whats wrong with me.
Dont need no dreams, no ambitions, no love.
To survive.
All I need is a knife and a white dove.
I cut myself in all places,
As you look on in horror, all I want is to cry out loud,
But your honest face looks pained,
Crippling fear. And I forgive you, gagged and bound.
Dead letters to a sinner far away,
Somehow, I know that I'm haunted enough.
They say that I mustn't kill, its wrong, its wrong.
Shroud in shadows, I slay,
Blood, bone, spittle and cough.
Father you wronged us, and confined us to hell,
Your holy water can do us no harm, this white dove is dead.
Don't want to lay it down here,
Say your prayers, Father, and hope your bed is made.
Every man lives, not every man truly dies,
The ice-cold steel of my knife will not touch you,
But as you sing a lullaby to your child.
Madness will smear her with crimson hue.
Dont need no dreams, no ambitions, no love.
To survive.
All I need is a knife and a white dove.
I cut myself in all places,
As you look on in horror, all I want is to cry out loud,
But your honest face looks pained,
Crippling fear. And I forgive you, gagged and bound.
Dead letters to a sinner far away,
Somehow, I know that I'm haunted enough.
They say that I mustn't kill, its wrong, its wrong.
Shroud in shadows, I slay,
Blood, bone, spittle and cough.
Father you wronged us, and confined us to hell,
Your holy water can do us no harm, this white dove is dead.
Don't want to lay it down here,
Say your prayers, Father, and hope your bed is made.
Every man lives, not every man truly dies,
The ice-cold steel of my knife will not touch you,
But as you sing a lullaby to your child.
Madness will smear her with crimson hue.
17 people commented:
I don't know why this post reminded me of Nirvana's - Polly. Really dark.
By the way, we are two of us running our blog. He's the metalhead, not me.
The post was simply about apologizing.
Thanks for swinging by.
*shit* em,apologies?
And you arent?
sad.
Thanks for being so patient.
:-D Not at all!
and you live in manama?>
thats cool.
"Dont need no dreams, no ambitions, no love."
I think you mean
"Dont need dreams, ambitions, love."
Apologies if I'm wrong, otherwise its
a good one..
blog on!!
i looove ur new look...n the poem is goood
WickeD and DarK !!!
@ attila- No, i meant that :P
thanks for droppin by!
@ the lover- LOVE the new look of your blog too,is that coincidence or what?w/e.
@sana THANKS for comin by!
honestly speaking...
couldnt understand what was the meaning of the poem..
According to me it seemed to be a psychopath killer's confession in a church...
could u give a summary in the form of a comment
Shiva
CrAzYbLoG
v.CoL
@ shiva
Its the second of a series of posts dealing with a psychopath's revenge on the people he thinks to be those who wronged him in the past.
Read also, Dracula.
Thanks for hoppin by, dude, appreciate it.
dark stuff. I dont understand much of it because to feel that way, one has to be angry for years and years I suppose. But yeah, nice poem, and great layout!
-Furi
klutsy, am i? ;)
how are you? i am doing pretty good. a little scattered but still in one piece :)
Vacationing here.
Going back to India in 2 weeks. Can't wait!
And this post is also masochistic on some level...
feels really as a dark one... i wish it brought some positive feelings instead :)
But then its not me who is the author :D
@ Furi- not really, all that is needed is an overwhelming sense of boredom from the regular.
And 75 % compulsory attendance at the university :(
@stand up - Im doing great except for the attendance thank you!
@ dame- ohk, cool. And yeah, i hoped someone would notice :P
@ lena- yeah, maybe we'll try to do some positive feelings soon...maybe dracula and his first love in a thousand years... :P
thanks for droppin by!
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