Purple
4th April 2003, 20:04
this poem is based on a book which i have written. i tried to get it published but those feckin publish-people thought that i were too young or some stupid shit, to write a serious thriller.... nobody want thriller books anymore... im sad, and i think im going to kill myself soon.. naah, i dont think ill do that.... sorry, im a pretty fucked up dude... but now; the poem, or whatever youll call it...
my mood has set its scar
it have forsaken my soul
i walk around
like a puppet without a soul
i feel desperate and the ground looks red
covered with blood
and i try to disappear without a trace
the gun drops out from my hand
and i reflect over the things that i have done
i feel guilty
for the actions identical with my mind
they were victims of my rage
sacrifices for my anger
a way to express my inner
about the hate and pain, i suffer
i never meant to cause them any sorrow
its such a shame that the blood pours
when all i want is some credit and sympathy
forgive me, you werent supposed to die
ill count to six and join your side...