Call me brainwashed, but I've seen the truth;
I know which path I have to choose.
But somehow, somewhere, there is a part
Reluctant, it's shying, deep inside my heart.
I know how much I need to change,
But at the moment, I feel deranged.
I keep on fighting towards the truth,
But I relapse and still feel blue.
Inside my head, there is a war;
Far, wide, it spreads, to corners four.
My every thought, my every deed:
I cannot run from Flesh's greed.
It haunts me so, and I admit:
Sometimes I feel like I can't quit.
I feel repulsed, then fall in love:
The same old sins, the same old lies.
It leads to death, this path of lies;
So why not choose the path of life?
This so-called "filth" I'm "living in",
It brings along much shame and guilt.
So let it go, out of your hands;
You do not know where the ball lands.
Remember, you're not in control,
So let it go; just let it go.
I know the parts I have to lose,
And all the chains I have to loose.
But there is one I want to keep;
I just can't let go, or so it seems...
Oh well, I guess things have to end,
But all in all, you're still my friends!
MWAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHA!
WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?! AHA, AHA!
I KNOW I'M NOT! BECAUSE I'M SAD!
I LOST MY FRIENDS! I HOPE YOU'RE GLAD!
IN SODDEN CLOTHES I NOW AM CLAD,
MY TEARS HAVE DRIED, AND NOW I'M MAD!
Who do I kid? Am I a fool?
I can't be mad, I'm only sad. . .
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 3
PoetryA collection of poems and rants from the first notebook I made after my phone got taken away. There's quite a bit of stuff in here, so yeah. Personal stuff. Public stuff. It's basically just my life in poetry. Anywho, enjoy~~!
