Second New Poem
This shows how angry I am...
"Insomniac"
Close your eyes, and imagine some shit you ain't seen
Not even in your wildest dreams, would you know these things
You would scream, if you even knew the half of it
Dark and haunting shit, that's probably why I love it
To the public, I must seem like I'm fucking crazy
But you should know by now, your words can't phase me
Hide your lady, before she gets defiled and ruined
In fact, you should probably hide from this shit I'm brewing
Into it, deep in the abyss of bliss with this
Death kissed, with a mist of violent senseless
Since this, is an image of pure hellbound ideals
I'm gonna come real, and go ahead and make you feel
The cold steel, the sting in which I love and revel
It's pain on a whole nother muthafucking level
Several, have tried to understand this man but can't
Can't withstand, the hand, the flow of the hourglass sands
Take a trip with me, into the world of misery and pain
And sit with me, as I tell you a tale of the bane
Hatred of all the things which obscure your sight
Keeping crystal clear vision, even in the night
Blood dripping down the walls as I creep through the halls
If you sleep then you fall, to the beckoning call
It's all, a definate, a certainty, it's gonna happen
Isn't the flow of sand, the clock's hand, so distracting
"Insomniac"
Close your eyes, and imagine some shit you ain't seen
Not even in your wildest dreams, would you know these things
You would scream, if you even knew the half of it
Dark and haunting shit, that's probably why I love it
To the public, I must seem like I'm fucking crazy
But you should know by now, your words can't phase me
Hide your lady, before she gets defiled and ruined
In fact, you should probably hide from this shit I'm brewing
Into it, deep in the abyss of bliss with this
Death kissed, with a mist of violent senseless
Since this, is an image of pure hellbound ideals
I'm gonna come real, and go ahead and make you feel
The cold steel, the sting in which I love and revel
It's pain on a whole nother muthafucking level
Several, have tried to understand this man but can't
Can't withstand, the hand, the flow of the hourglass sands
Take a trip with me, into the world of misery and pain
And sit with me, as I tell you a tale of the bane
Hatred of all the things which obscure your sight
Keeping crystal clear vision, even in the night
Blood dripping down the walls as I creep through the halls
If you sleep then you fall, to the beckoning call
It's all, a definate, a certainty, it's gonna happen
Isn't the flow of sand, the clock's hand, so distracting