Words from within

I'm into the habit of poetry and if u don't like it stop reading.

Poison
Poison never felt this good
probably alot better than it should
Stopping my blood cold as ice
leaving me to my own device

Probably the words i don't need to hear
awakening every one of my dreams and fears
slowly it eats away
surely day by day
it grows into a pain
one my body cannot sustain

my soul longs to break free from its case
out of this shell
into a better place
what would be left from this empty shell
something left behind for everyone else

Empty would be this cover
one which none can see under
none can see
none can pass
into this pit
forged from a broken spirit
and pieces of glass

Some call it madness
I call it life
others call it emo
sanity level equals zero


stews.. green, blue, black or white
all look tasty in my sights
if it makes me feel better than how i feel now
whats the difference if i died anyhow
nothing ventured nothing gained
or else the outcome would be the fucking same

so if you read to this point of malice and strife
wonder whats going on in this screwed up mind
thats a good question which i have no answer to
maybe you'll find it before me or
before
i
find
you

Satan,