Caricamento in corso...

LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER

One hit could never fit cuz I can not just find a niche
I’m sick and so desperate from loss of sweat and spit!
 
Lacking sleep and lacking wit! I’ve lost my poetic grip!
From the pendulum to the pit! I’m sliced, torn, and slit!
 
These wrists begin to itch for the blade to begin again
It’s my sin and folly great, a sick passion for the end
 
My sense of a failed conquest, my life below the rim
A sport and game persistent, time and earth are dim
 
The lights inside my mind, the nights I will never find
The mountain left to climb! The blind leading the blind
 
The torture upon my soul, the need for some control
The brash leading the bold, wander lust growing old
 
The urgency to bleed, the need to have a life to hold
The warmth replaced by cold, the life I’ll never know
 
I’m told of life beyond the lies, life that begins a new
A new destiny to crush, a new replacement for blues
 
The clouds that pierce my veil, the pale urgent crew
They work overtime so they ignite the depression too!
 
It’s my curse and my desire! My sad, sick built rage!
A cage made by my actions! This life I couldn’t tame!
 
Day in and day out, the same old shit and new blame
I hate these honest lies! I’ve built hate for the games!
 
My brain’s nightmare’s a sick boy’s unforgiving father
A beat down, spanking, an evil lamb to the slaughter
 
Why bother with the broken? A bad life for a daughter
A father who’s given up on trying to fucking love her!
 
Can’t provide money! Can’t provide spiritual growth!
I can’t aide her quest for answers if I can’t give hope!
 
Cigarettes and dope! Twinkies and a night of anguish!
Ten pounds gained and ten friendships extinguished!
 
My best friend’s a couch! Best years are a disgrace!
This life I’ve been blessed with has all gone to waste!
 
This bad taste in my mouth, a reality I have not faced!
My world crumbles down and all collapses in my face!
 
My place is among the greats! But on what’s it based?
The truth that could exist for the future human race?
 
My fate’s sealed behind the biggest of Lucifer’s gates
Can’t beat him? Join him! Make God the reprobate!
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Adam Koss/ September 21, 2013

(2013)

a poem about a deep depression

#Depression #Horror #Sad #Sick #Teens #Terror

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