Sep 28, 2003 22:01
mood: angry
music: Godsmack
Some angry shit I wrote while laying in bed a couple nights ago.
I wish I could see you,
One last time.
So I could jab this knife,
Into your heart.
Let the blood pour out,
Into a jar.
Conceal it, Cover it up.
A heart doesn't deserve blood,
If it doesn't hold love.
So I'll kill it.
Take away its color.
Let it shrivel up and die.
Then maybe, just maybe,
It'd feel the cold,
You left me in,
Without a hand to hold.
Asphyxiate it from the blood.
Restrict it from the oxygen.
Then rip it out.
Tear it up.
Throw it down.
Let it crush under the weight of the world,
Like mine did,
When you hurled,
That stone into my soul,
That bullet into my mind,
The day I died.
****Eileen is my fukkin idol!!! I love this poem she wrote! It really touched me & theres ppl I culd relate it w!! hehe**