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Thursday, December 29, 2005


Poetry Posse
~Tormented~

My heart beats cruelly against my chest,
As it pulses steady in my head,
I don’t know if I feel anymore,
Every time I believe things can’t get worse,
They do…just to rain on my parade,
It’s like life’s a circus and I’m the ass,
The center of every sick joke,
Aware that I’m not meant to be content,
So I raise my flag and surrender,
Hoping you’ll all overlook me,
Hopefully not seeing me as entertainment,
But that would be too easy of an escape,
You want me to suffer,
To experience as much pain feasible,
You never really have to look far to find me,
I’m the girl with the tormented soul,
Twisted mind and always pained,
Not many have a face like mine,
A cracked mask painted grey,
I am a shadow to most,
A plague perhaps,
Or maybe I’m merely a walking ghost...

By Vampyress

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