Sunday, January 22, 2006

Poem!!!
Hey! Iwrote this poem last night. Read it, then repond to my inbox, please! Pass it on if you like it(or if you don't, but think it's good)!

TWISTED REALITY

Here I sit, and deep within me,
Boils haterd, all around me;
This never-fading omnipresence,
Digging deep to spread its esence;
It governs every final move,
As if for something it must prove;
I try to find the well-spring from,
Whence this vile creature sprung;
For this I seek the wise to teach,
This mirror's secrets, I do beseech;
Tell me why this shadow haunts,
Why deep within it constant taunts;
Though long ago its purpose filled,
Far inside it still is drilled;
From in this mirror, the Devil stares,
Though never before, I now am scared;
I look to my eyes, but only see,
The twisted view of reality.

Almost once I had it beaten,
When only first it tried to deepen;
I then had friends to hold my ground,
They never ceased to make me proud;
They stood beside me day by day,
I failed to see they were its prey;
To one I gave, and earned her love,
I swore it a gift from far above;
I loved her as I did no other,
Not mother, father, nor my brother;
She was the only one for me,
And I for her, what destiny!
But different plans, this thief carried,
And with these plans he never tarried;
He tore her from me straight away,
He stole her in this morbid way,
Vile curses from my tongue spray,
But still I love her to this day;
Now I search the mirror for,
The truth that I want so much more;
I searched to find this truth within,
But found instesd the Devil's grin;
From this point I set it straight,
That within me was called hate;
I look to my eyes, but only see,
The twisted truth of reality.

They, perched around the coffin, stare,
As if to show my soul they care,
The tears that cleanse their face bely,
The sadness that is all a lie;
For in my death a weight was lifted,
the loss of one so strangely gifted;
I could not have lived my life much longer,
The enemy had grown much stronger,
I could not hold the beast within,
The battle it had begun to win;
So in death I took this beast,
To where its power would be least;
So in my grave the hate now lies,
It fights to escape my e'er closed eyes;
The Devil finally got his way,
I shall not fight on from this day;
They look to my eyes, but do not see,
My twisted role in reality.

Ren of Heavens
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