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Suffering

by Sarah Boom

There are nails in my face, My Eyes
Vines climb my spin, Thorns in my side
They called me insane, who am I to blame
No one but myself, I suppose

I pulled the trigger
And I pulled the knife
I was crazy enough
To end my own life

I chased you down
And forced upon you my crown
Of needles and thorns

The blood down your face, blissful
I love the suffering
The pain I cause you
The blood that falls

Your death, inevitable
There's something in your eyes
Perhaps it's hate
Shame
None the less
I rejoice in knowing
I caused it

They say I'm fucked up
Totally Insane
They say they want me locked up

That will never happen, I assure you
In their sleep
I killed them one by one
All of them

Insanity took over
Yes, Blame the insanity
My bloodstained hands
Understand-
Are not my fault

All is lost in my eyes
My soul is set free
I will be forever lost
In the depths of hell
And yet

It is I you despise

08/05/2004

Author's Note: I wrote this when I was about 18. Its a little creepy and...well maybe it's just creepy. It's not particularly well written, because it was meant to be a spoken poem. It sounds better that way. =) But, I thought I'd share nonetheless.

Posted on 10/18/2007
Copyright © 2025 Sarah Boom

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/18/07 at 07:41 PM

hmmm.... I would love to hear this as a spoken piece...

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