foreclosure

its sad to say that im not much compared to most my skin is cold to the touch i gaze in astonishment at beauty and such because its not me,my souls been cut too much too many scars i stare in your eyes and theyre as breathtaking as beautiful stars but the people like me, those eyes are not like ours our eyes are full of torment and torture my words are sincere at the moment of my foreclosure and i say: "from the wounds in my wrists my soul suffers exposure, for i never experienced the one beauty the Roser instead i felt the wrath of pain,depression, the Scorcher its all here now, laid out for u to see CANT U SEE IM DYING........ please mother help me and again u turn away cuz after my death youll be wealthy" her torturous grin fades, as my eyes begin to fail the last thing i see is her stare,hollow and stale shattering emotional chainmale it pierces my soul and hits me in the heart, for it is my final blow "oh mother i loved you!why could u never love me so?!" i can nolonger see her but i can still feel her cold why is this so? after what ive felt,what ive seen death rushing in my mind soon becomes serene and i think to myself....the saint, the thief and the fiend all are human and they all suffer from greed the priest, the sinner and the whore all the same all three run from there secrets and hide from there shame i see now that noone is happy , all are in pain but some are just much better at playing this filthy game and as i word those words the angel azreal came...... Written August 31st, 2001 © on Aug 31 2001 02:07 PM PST   0 • 1