
Agony drips from my pores,
What have I become?
I am nothing,
“I am nothing…”
It sounds so tragic;
Falling from my own lips.
Spare your pity, and “sorry’s”
Tell your “God” that I can’t be fucking saved,
Or simply, that I don’t want to be.
I am just a parasite,
yet, you label yourself a saint.
So, who is the real martyr here?
there is no light inside my head
All you'll find is suffering;
something I've tasted all my life.
I am jaded...
I am a liar...
I am otiose...
everything fades to grey,
there is nothing left now.
the agony has taken over...




Good poem anyhow

















I hope you don't really feel this way, dear. You know I'm here for you if you need
But anyhoo, the poem itself is very interesting and unique. I like your diction (as a lot of others said
) and the flow was really good. Everything just sort of went together, but didn't mush. The emotions were great, too. You know what I mean, lol. The ending is awesome, also. Awesome right lovely! 







57 old applause
