SHINIGAMIS POEM COLLECTION No 6
Now Im back to the darker side again... so most of the poems here will deal
with the more sinister side of things... if you like this kinda thing, read
on. If you dont, read them anyway. You might learn sumthing...
Calling Down On You
Im calling down on everyone,
Their time has come.
I will take us on a journey...
Down the pit of the spine...
When you have no idea,
When you cannot think,
When life does not matter,
When life does... not... matter!
Where are we going,
Where now...
Asking from myself,
Contemplating reality,
Asking the forbidden question,
Eating the forbidden fruit.
This place so dark and dank,
The winding passage,
The reality of time,
But where... are we... going?
Agony, despair, torments...
Or death and destruction?
Death... or... is it not me...
Is life just psychotic?
If people murder each other,
Are they not doing a favor,
After all... we get away...
We escape this rotten life...
But no more questions,
We will continue our journey.
We will walk the winding paths,
Going down... going down...
going... where?
go... ing... where... ?
h / m
This is a strange poem. More like an event of questions, contemplate the
question of where we will go when we... disappear?
Questions Without Answer
When will it come,
Who will it be,
How will it happen,
Why will it happen?
When am I saying this,
Who am I talking about,
How does it look like,
Why does it do this?
When does it matter,
Who does it shatter,
How will we go on,
Why do I say these things?
h / m
Your Pain My Gain
How does it feel like,
To be in pain...
I know you hate it,
But just go insane...
I have hurt you,
You hurt me.
It drove me mad,
I shall never be free.
Therefore I say,
An eye for an eye.
I crush your fingers,
I shall feast on thy.
It dont matter anymore,
Accept it asshole !?!
Because I am I,
And I am foul...
h / m
Cold
A plane in this land,
All hard and cold.
A bitter feeling,
This anger untold.
Thoughts confused,
My mind blinded.
Mabey Im not here,
But still I am dead.
I thought different,
It was hot here.
But instead desolate,
As I shiver with fear.
Religion is false,
It never nattered.
But atleast sumthing,
A place so shattered?
Now I am alone,
Buried deep below.
I freeze here now,
My hair in this flow.
A land so cruel,
A wind so cold.
A though now dead,
In a land so old.
h / m
This land is the netherworld... the place we all go to when we die... but I
imagine it different from the hell we believe that the evil souls will go to,
because I believe that the worthless ones who do not care about religion will
end up in limbo, a land completely dead and cold... a land where nothing
exists, a place only I can dream of...
--------------------------------------- Name: Poetry collection 6. By: Shinigami//AXss 1997
Strange things come into my mind sometimes... hmmm... I dont really care too
much about life actually, it is just a thing that happens... but I guess I
must live it out to its natural end... who knows... but until then, I guess
I will relieve my anxiety on these poems I sumtimes make in tha dark hours of
the night... Anywayz, dont rip these etc... but you may use them in your BBS etc if you dont forget to include my name... l8a !
h / m
I command the Devil...