Sunday, March 27, 2005

Cry for the Unwanted
By Joey M. [that's me]
Written 26/03/2004

Darkness surrounds the bitter,
playing with the minds.
Corpses lay, slaughtered,
confined to chains and binds.

Whispers come before
and after horrid screams,
terror one thought came
only from ones dreams.

The solitary longing,
the unspeakable wanting,
the things you'll ever want to know,
words forever taunting.

Hearts that bleed forever more,
hatred content on settling the score.
Bodiless voices telling you to cry,
someone unseen is telling you to die.

Haunting tunes that linger
music playing but no singer.
The graves that emerge at night
moans from the undead,
the best company in the world,
ones only real friend.

The mask that hides
everything not wished to be revealed,
all the emotions that were stolen
in these wounds are sealed.

Cry for me
and cry for them.
Cry for hurting hearts so long,
cry for the ones who aren't so strong.

Weep for the bitter,
and weep for the lonely
weep for the ones
all treated so coldly.

Tears for the fallen
and tears for the haunted,
but all these sorrows
are for the Unwanted.

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