Poem Based On The Dark Styling of The Band "Slipknot"
I wont be your resurrection
Your sorted tales or indiscretions
Memories and painted dreams
Faint lies and territories
I don’t think I can survive
You think you know how I live
The blood that flows through me
Insomniatic disarray
Dead memories in my veins
Crippled faces in my heart
Don’t get to close to my pain
Too many lies from the start
Somebody give me some light
Somebody give me a shot
Somebody give me the sun
Somebody give me their life
Hang me with a slipknot of trust
To lesson the sting of my existence
Are you an illusion or am I disillusioned
Is this a faction or a distraction
I push my finger into my eyes
To stop myself from hallucinating
If this goes on,I don’t I can make it
All that’s left is not mine
If this blade cuts any deeper
Maybe I can be delivered
The red will save me from myself
And I will wake up alive and better
If not then I will take the sky
Push it even further into my eyes
Tear apart my suffocated dreams
And drive them away from reality
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