Acids

… and here I brood

congested thoughts; overwrought
nauseated by what I created

I hate who I have become

gorging anger to keep from swallowing regrets
choking on the force of hopelessness

I am furiously depressed

churning chunks of undissolved guilt
in ulcering acids of anxiety, sparring with society

I am emotionally dyspeptic
I hate who I’ve become

© By PollutedPoet

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Phantasm

you only exist in perception
an illusory feat
you lead me with deception
and I fall weak

I feel that you’re close to me
but you’re never within my grasp
I can still smell the Issey Miyake
The goosebumbs they give me; when you walk past

you’re here with me now
and your presence always will be¨
but you let me down
and now your illusion tortures me

You still keep me warm at night
and enlighten my days
you give me strength to fight
you’re my mentor in many ways

I will always wonder what could have been
and what will be
and If I’ll ever find love again
if you don’t keep ruining it for me

I’m sick of wishing that you weren’t gone.
This false hope leads me on
Why can’t you? Let me move on.
with you watching me like this,
the thought of somebody new just feels so wrong

I want you here…
but, I want you gone.

© By PollutedPoet

I Should Have Killed You Myself

I celebrated your demise
now I”m cursed because your soul resides
this is why you haunt me…

you are buried under the ground
yet your evil is still around
why do you want me?

I should have killed you myself, but now it”s too late.

I still need my revenge
for this wrong never avenged
this is why you haunt me…

you got yours when you took your life
still, you hold me against a knife
only to taunt me…

I should have killed you myself, but now it”s too late.

for so long i”ve wished you dead
now that you are, your in my head
why do you want me?

I can”t carry on and live
because I never can forgive
you will always haunt me…

I should have killed you myself, but now it’s too late
I should have killed you myself, but now it’s too late
forever you”ll haunt me, because it”s too late

� By PollutedPoet On 2/22/2010

Wisom of The Birds

a murder of crows
suddenly blacken the desert sky
echoing squaks,
omniscient warnings
what do they imply?

is something coming?
I watch the birds fly by.

A congress of ravens
now flock above me
watchful black eyes
the ravens are wise
What is it that they see?

Something is coming…
I watch the birds fly by.

A wake of vultures
approach and circle overhead
the message is clear
this time, it”s not a sign
I am already dead

Nothing is coming.
I cannot watch the birds fly by.

© By PollutedPoet

My Dying Bride (inspiration from my favorite bands)

My Dying Bride (inspiration from my favorite bands)

It Lies Beneath, buried inside and waiting to Unearth
She’s Spawn from this Cradle of Filth and has been Enslaved since birth
she is a Lamb of God with a luminous beauty like Norma Jean
but when Shadows Fall, she’s Sick of it All and her Poison will not go unseen

A Life Once Lost, her Hollow spirit is lost in Mayhem
Disturbed and obsessed, she awaits her chance to kill HIM
a Slayer at heart, Underoath she swears revenge on her Sworn Enemy
God Forbid that her Arch Enemy lives, because dead he may as well be

She has Poisoned the Well and dropped him in the lake of the Children of Bodom
hung by a Slipknot, Torched and In Flames, his Dark Funeral will be chosen
My Dying Bride is evil inside and stirs in her own Kingdom of Sorrow
after Blood Has Been Shed, she regains Fuel and awaits The Scars of Tomorrow

from Autumn to Ashes, time slowly passes, but her Cold heart still stirs
after 10 years then August Burns Red the moment IT occurs
that moment in August that she chose her victim and It Dies Today
the Torch in her eye, Everytime I Die I realize that I am her prey

As I Lay Dying in Pain with my open soul Bleeding Through
I catch a Sublime glimpse of her smile and understand that she chose me too
she is already dead, she is my dark ArkAngel sent to me from above
my gothic beauty, My Dying Bride and I shall Rise Against and be eternally in love

Carina Fosse

11-03-09

Wisdom of the Birds

a murder of crows

suddenly blacken the desert sky

echoing squaks,

omniscient warnings

what do they imply?

 

something is coming

but, I watch the birds fly by

 

A congress of ravens

now flock above me

watchful black eyes,

the ravens are wise

What is it they see?

 

I think I know what’s coming

but, I watch the birds fly by

 

A wake of vultures

approach and circle overhead

the message is clear

this time, not a sign

the birds want me dead

 

I see that they are coming,

but I never watch them fly by

 

 

Carina Fosse

29.10.2009

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