ImmortalityOfEmoPoet

Dear Diary, I was blind as a bat, to fall into your gracious hand, Not knowing the whole truth, only to find out I was being used, I do not know what to think, Though I wish I know why, Because after all these times, I’ve been your slave to your evil crimes, I was being such a fool for believing in you, Just like a jester you made me the entertainment, in your evil court, because you were witty indeed, having your twisted mind plotting as you make me bleed, I know you’ve always wanted to be a king, but not like this, You pretend to be sweet and caring, as the words you sang seems like melodies to me, the touches of your hands

I am lying on a cold stone feeling its breeze, As I felt the rain is threatening me with a chilling tease, The soul of my love ones is buried inside, As my heart tells me truth that has been buried, I finally cried, without having you by my side, As my world has now collide but the pain is buried, My heart is telling me that you will always be mine, and the pain that was buried in my mind, Is reminding me to keep staying alive and all I care is to have you in my arms all I care is to have you comforting me with your charms Although the past is no longer here, I felt your arms were holding me tight I hear your voices holding my tears as I dar

I’ve spent my life Years on earth Upon the darkest sky No one would ever know The reason why I’ve cherished all the years To stay away, from the darkness Of your falling grace Let the letters in my speech To decode all my hate I will see you fall on your knees You dare to tell my soul to wait For what you’ve done to me And now I shall not debate As I’ve reached upon, my highest patience For me to kill you away Bless you And I do not mind To be blamed No one would ever know The reason why No one would ever know The blood in my teary cry

I am nobody, with a knife Walking amongst the living Death soon creeping towards me Embedded in an empty grave, what a day For me to feel this way, I pour my lungs out Like there is tomorrow, but yet I feel sorrow And I can’t let it go. And I just sit here Feeling empty, and yet I am getting sleepy By the thoughts of ending the life, I’ve gained to strive I am afraid I’ll be drifted away, by the false hope of living I am sitting here, living my life in black coat and in white tie, what else there is? Until you came in, to act violent and steal What else there is in this world? That you’ve manipulated in a twirl shabb