Who am i. poem
Who am i, just looking around lost in thoght. I just don't want to speak. Just stop staring at me please. Why can't any one understand who I am.
Fighting what I can not see. Against the world that hates of me. My mind is split, I know it's not right. But if you want to fight just let me change my face. For I am not just one. A freak of the mind.
Bring on the pain. Oh how I love this pressure. Let me have a taste of your sweet blood. I guess I just can't control myself. You know I was an animal. Just calm down now. Let me crest your chest before I sink my teath deep.
But if you want the love of me. Just let me change my mind. Perhaps my pathetic side can tame you pet. But push him again and the fun is mine.
Just who am I truly on the inside. For I no longer love of the flesh. But of the mind. Sound in all feeling. Keeping all emotions embedded underneath this sheath of skin. I have no ideal how to hate. Just that of love and pain.
Dreams yes those, which speaks of chains and blood. The world shriveled and frail with the strength of gods to move it forward. The blood that flows from my arms as my eyes grow wide. The dead before me screaming making my skin crawl with pleasure.
Dreams yes those, which I sit in a corner staring out to darkness. Hung up the limbs as all abandon me. Leaveing nothing but hate feeled air. My screams echo in the halls never to be heard.
Just what am i, who am i, why am i, monster or loner. Dark or gray. Broken or crazed. Not like incomplete dominace. Rather codominace. Highs and lows. Evil and neutral. No good left for me. Gone with the wind. Drained away like blood from a body. Gasping for air. Leaving me in confusion. Just who am I.