The mind works in mysterious ways You can be asleep and yet be wide awake Your subconscious coming alive As your consciousness ebbs away My subconscious doesn't seem to like me She tells me time and time again How much it word be her joy To rip me apart Destroy my body Kill me Every night as I drift into the dark abyss of sleep She rears her head Takes over my mind and body Pushing me urging me to annihilate myself This night however is different Tonight I try to fight back But the mind is weak The subconscious is more powerful than we can ever imagine She walks me to the kitchen It looks rather ominous at night Akin to an unfamiliar territory But subconsciously I can navigate it with ease Curse that subconscious b!$%h I am forced to approach my set of knives An aura of evil seems to surround them I try earnestly to regain control but to no avail She triumphs once again I grip the knife and remove it from its housing The blade honed to a deadly point gleaming in the midnight moon The creatures of the night seem to have sensed my impending doom The tempo and volume of the sounds crescendo They peak and then wither out to slow steady beat The knife edges towards my wrist Slowly I drag it across my flesh It slides thru with ease I feel nothing but a fleeting sense of relief And then the pain slowly leaks Into me The thin line of red slowly appears And I slice my wrist yet again And again the pain sneaks upon me It suddenly doesn't feel so bad The pain is like a drug Shooting into my system Like my special brand of drug I'm happy Suddenly I don't mind that the b!$%h is out to get me I dare her to do it again And that she does Over and over again Cutting these wounds into my skin Mutilating my flesh I cry in pain but also in exstacy Blissfully sitting on the kitchen floor in my own *la*hd Smiling inside and out But after awhile the pain is just not enough I look around for something else to wound myself with but I find nothing Curse me and my cautious ways I turn back to the knife The source of my pleasure I immediately have the urge to be a surgeon I force the knife into my chest Twisting and turning it in Slicing my self into euphoria I'm on cloud nine And my subconscious suddenly doesn't want to play anymore She sees what is about to take place and she becomes frightened She tries to talk to me urging me to cease But I tune her out Continuously removing the knife and plunging it back inside of me It feels so good I feel like I'm on the verge of winning this war I've regained control of my body But I no longer wish to stop I feel happier than I've ever felt in all my life I see the finish line ahead and proceed with my final move I tell the b!$%h I'm going to remove her from my head once and for all She screams in terror Frantically trying to take control But to no avail The pain has made me strong and my subconscious weak I run the knife around the top of my head The scalp has to go But alas I'm met with my skull My heart plunges What can I do now She remains within me I search the kitchen again I find hidden at the back of my cupboard an axe I'm elated She screams at me again I slam the axe into my head This time her screams are of pain and anguish Every time she screams I plunge the axe further I feel myself drifting away as if some weight was leaving my body And I could finally sleep I plunge it in one final time and her voice ceases I am finally happy It hurts so bad but the pain as well dwindles away into nothingness I am free from her dark embrace........
silence989 said
12:37 09/07 2010
SPOKEN WORD ... POETRY CAFE
GangstaGentleman said
22:15 09/13 2010
lol wha ya try say??
Dj Ace (MZFM Radio Mod) said
22:15 09/13 2010
wats this
GangstaGentleman said
22:18 09/13 2010
a poem youngster
silence989 said
19:59 09/14 2010
GangstaGentleman wrote:
lol wha ya try say??
THIS POEM SHOULD BE ENTERED INTO A POETRY SLAM OR PERFORMED AT A POETRY CAFE ... YOU SHOULD EVEN HAVE THIS PUBLISHED ... THIS POEM SOUNDS LIKE SPOKEN WORD ... ANOTHER WORDS I'M SAYING THIS RIGHT HERE IS BEYOND WICKEDNESS ... YOU COULD DO MORE WITH IT ... REHEARSE IT OVER A INSTRUMENTAL OR SOMETHING ... WOULD LOVE TO HEAR IT !!!
GangstaGentleman said
17:13 09/15 2010
oh zeen i have couple whe mi put to beats already still can post them in a minute
You can be asleep and yet be wide awake
Your subconscious coming alive
As your consciousness ebbs away
My subconscious doesn't seem to like me
She tells me time and time again
How much it word be her joy
To rip me apart
Destroy my body
Kill me
Every night as I drift into the dark abyss of sleep
She rears her head
Takes over my mind and body
Pushing me urging me to annihilate myself
This night however is different
Tonight I try to fight back
But the mind is weak
The subconscious is more powerful than we can ever imagine
She walks me to the kitchen
It looks rather ominous at night
Akin to an unfamiliar territory
But subconsciously I can navigate it with ease
Curse that subconscious b!$%h
I am forced to approach my set of knives
An aura of evil seems to surround them
I try earnestly to regain control but to no avail
She triumphs once again
I grip the knife and remove it from its housing
The blade honed to a deadly point gleaming in the midnight moon
The creatures of the night seem to have sensed my impending doom
The tempo and volume of the sounds crescendo
They peak and then wither out to slow steady beat
The knife edges towards my wrist
Slowly I drag it across my flesh
It slides thru with ease
I feel nothing but a fleeting sense of relief
And then the pain slowly leaks Into me
The thin line of red slowly appears
And I slice my wrist yet again
And again the pain sneaks upon me
It suddenly doesn't feel so bad
The pain is like a drug
Shooting into my system
Like my special brand of drug
I'm happy
Suddenly I don't mind that the b!$%h is out to get me
I dare her to do it again
And that she does
Over and over again
Cutting these wounds into my skin
Mutilating my flesh
I cry in pain but also in exstacy
Blissfully sitting on the kitchen floor in my own *la*hd
Smiling inside and out
But after awhile the pain is just not enough I look around for something else to wound myself with but I find nothing
Curse me and my cautious ways
I turn back to the knife
The source of my pleasure
I immediately have the urge to be a surgeon
I force the knife into my chest
Twisting and turning it in
Slicing my self into euphoria
I'm on cloud nine
And my subconscious suddenly doesn't want to play anymore
She sees what is about to take place and she becomes frightened
She tries to talk to me urging me to cease
But I tune her out
Continuously removing the knife and plunging it back inside of me
It feels so good
I feel like I'm on the verge of winning this war
I've regained control of my body
But I no longer wish to stop
I feel happier than I've ever felt in all my life
I see the finish line ahead and proceed with my final move
I tell the b!$%h I'm going to remove her from my head once and for all
She screams in terror
Frantically trying to take control
But to no avail
The pain has made me strong and my subconscious weak
I run the knife around the top of my head
The scalp has to go
But alas I'm met with my skull
My heart plunges
What can I do now
She remains within me
I search the kitchen again
I find hidden at the back of my cupboard an axe
I'm elated
She screams at me again
I slam the axe into my head
This time her screams are of pain and anguish
Every time she screams I plunge the axe further
I feel myself drifting away as if some weight was leaving my body
And I could finally sleep
I plunge it in one final time and her voice ceases
I am finally happy
It hurts so bad but the pain as well dwindles away into nothingness
I am free from her dark embrace........
THIS POEM SHOULD BE ENTERED INTO A POETRY SLAM OR PERFORMED AT A POETRY CAFE ... YOU SHOULD EVEN HAVE THIS PUBLISHED ... THIS POEM SOUNDS LIKE SPOKEN WORD ... ANOTHER WORDS I'M SAYING THIS RIGHT HERE IS BEYOND WICKEDNESS ... YOU COULD DO MORE WITH IT ... REHEARSE IT OVER A INSTRUMENTAL OR SOMETHING ... WOULD LOVE TO HEAR IT !!!