Tuesday, August 02, 2011

Insane

Bash your head against the wall,
over and over;
over again,
black blood cloud your judgment.

No sense will come of this.

Sit in the corner,
with death at your door.
Never brave enough to let it in.
Never strong enough to let it go.

Pull your hair out,
scratch your face.
Your worse enemy,
inside you.

The morning brings new promise,
every night pulls it from your arms.

Bash your head against the wall,
over and over;
over again

5 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Black inside my head
black inside my heart
black as death's night.

Drizel said...

Hmmmm, I like that :)

the walking man said...

Welcome to the flattened head society.

Drizel said...

hahahaha, thanks Walking man, :)

Shauna said...

Cool rock vibe to this poem.