Monday, January 14, 2008

Their Sins

sectioned off, cut in half

torn apart, pulled away

living life, day to day

vicious, sadistic

corrupted, and unclean

simply cruel, simply mean

born like this, no

made into this, yes

take one.. wild..guess

you, you did this

you, and your ways

it's the way, that you were raised

grown to change

created to convertt

with only one blurt

you get in the minds

deep in there

a ravage bear

to cause commotion

that's your job

you make it throb

it's an icepick, in the heart

a knife in the back

you're stuffed in the sack

caught, for good

to be made new

into someone not you

never to go back

you're stuck in your mind

controlled, and confined

this wont stop

until we force it to

it's not up to me, it's only up to you

can you do it

can and will you win

can you show them, all their sin

it takes only one shot

then you're done

I'll be waiting here, to see if you won

1 comment:

Lexi said...

ahem...i write a few poems too.

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check it out, check it out.

oh, yeah, your poems are incredibly wonderful.