It's not a problem with my mind
Neither is it with my heart
I was born unkind
Painted evil as an art
I don't seem to care
Or desire to share
Nothing like fear
Preprogrammed to dare
I swim black seas, walk on lifeless ice-cold shallows
I keep hearing voices, screams, sounds of painful wallows
Disabling dreams of frivolity, me, playing around in the meadows?
Nonsense, my only pleasure comes from the naked shadows
Hear wisdom, I'm not the type that you can see through
I'm awfully bleak, sadistic and untrue
I'm the heavily weighted anchor, with me, you'll never pull through
If you try, I guarantee, that day you'll always rue
So better take your desires elsewhere
Recover your senses, straight home, run there
I spare no one, I'm a hungry snare
I'm a killer of hearts, and my dagger is always near
YOU ARE READING
Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
