Luke8421 Poetry (18)

Walking down an empty street
too spent to turn and meet
the souless faces of my heart
too exausted to finish, too clever to start

For all the starts there must be ends
that final statment "lets just be freinds"
a horror too dark to yet voice
no, never,not going to be my choice.

Like a poison of the grim heart
that tastes of nectar sweet
struck down, a slow-death laden dart
to lose my core, my personal true beat

it was clear, your love was just a fake
since now you left me all alone
a soulless shell of a man your false love of me did make
knock knock, but no ones home

Lucifer open the bidding upon my soul
opening starts at thirty silver coins
my shepards forgotten my holy parole
upon this earth, no heaven, no hell but where they both join
Why must a cry be strangled in the dark?


a rope of twisted tears, a noose that ever grows
dangling from a rafter is were I hang
no more to suffer lifes great many blows
up high or down below my final bell has rang
to true too late too bad so sad....

was tired of lifes meaningless babble and drawl
ten feet of rope for a buck or two and its just a fall
rafters dont judge, they never lie
knowing that in the closing act, its simple just to die

a true goddess came and killed all of my despair
i was infinitely alpha, insignificatly small
of silent noise and sightless light
i took notice of none and all

when she came up to talk to me a god she did create
for everything was in my power, all living did i command
pure euphoria filled my core, there was none i could hate
but when she asked for the time i rememberd my broken watchs hand

despair filled me as she turned away, my feelings full of bane
i would never love like this again
my hearts tatters waved in the wind
but then i saw her freind

Turn the repeat off. whats the point of going on?
Life is just a one track song.
Turn the repeat off. its live to work, what happend to "just live?"
the high points being filtered out in a translucent sieve.
Turn the repeat off. tired of the same tune
im tired of marching in step with the social platoon
Turn the repeat off. now Im done
choking on the barrel of a .44 revolving gun

*click* *click* *click* *click* *click* ........
roll my credits already

Murky waters of the heart
an ibuprofen wont cure this pain
only when its too late do we start
to look for love on rails is never to find the right train

and if by a miracle you do
its garanteed to break your heart in two

for when one goes none can follow in kind
this result of true love, of heart and mind

De-railed and confused, life is surreal
a resident citizen of soulcrushed city
had it lost it can now only feel
lots of pain, little love, plz no pity.