Bloody screams rip my ears apart,
as I see in the mirror my broken face.
Wrapped partially in a soaked cloth,
drowning in my own tears of disgrace.
Trapped in illusions of beautiful lies,
hoping they're real with closed eyes.
I want to believe the person who has me,
but i'm filled with doubt, and it's hard to see..
Please somebody wake me up inside,
i'm drowning in my mind unable to scream...
Please somebody wake me up in time,
i'm lost in the shadows of my own dream...
To open this door of guilt and burnt decay,
smelling death creeping on me in my sleep.
I'm merely a trapped portrait of pure pain,
and slowly my closed eyes begin to weep.
I lay in bed awake staring at the ceiling,
but my mind is adrift along with my feelings.
Taking me to a place where hollow tears grow,
where my self conscience just won't let me go.
Please somebody wake me up inside,
i'm drowning in my mind unable to scream...
Please somebody wake me up in time,
i'm lost in the shadows of my own dream...
What did you think
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That first line really screams for the reader to continue reading. Great!
To open this door of guilt and burnt decay,
smelling death creeping on me in my sleep. - those lines are really powering and graphic!
I like the repetition in this it definitely brings the poem/song to a close. A great write
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wooooooow, ryan. amazing. great imagery and perfect flow. sounds a bit like a song? hmmmmm....? wonderfully written dear. :-) beauty can come from pain. this poem proves it.
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Dark, wicked imagery. Makes me think of what Steve Harris must've felt like when he had the nightmare that inspired "Number of the Beast". Perfect.
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