What is it about me that is so stunning?
When I first came here I was literally nothing
Then I got a name for myself
the Death Note Kid
now it's like I'm famous
more like Infamous
it's haneous!
Life is passing by
I swear
right before my eyes
And all I can remember is the blur of my tears as they said their goodbyes!
Who am i?
Where'd I come from?
What the fuck am I doing?
Loaning my heart out like some bank as protection
so other hurt ones don't feel the pain of rejection?
This proffession has left me bruised
I'm a bleeding heart, that's old news.
Bleeding how though?
Literally?
Figuratively?
Try constantly!
It's killing me
To see her cry a thousand times
because some jack-off don't know the line
between right and wrong
to do or don't
Take a second to think because I swear I won't
If you hurt her again
between the sword or the pen,
either in my hands will make you never forget
what you did, you'll regret
what you left, you'll repent
the pain that dwells inside her, what I saw is why I'm sent
as a rider and avenger
of the girl you tore asunder
know that if you pull this shit some more
you'll be dealing with my thunder!
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The Insomnia Project
PoetryThis is basically where I post any creative thought that passes through my skull. Any poetry, dream, story story that my mind formulates into rational thought. Enjoy.
