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My Writing

My creative side...
Note: These poems do not nessisarily represent my present thoughts and feelings...for they have been writen over a period of time.

They Don't See Me

They don't know what is wrong
They don't care to ask
They all think that she's strong
But its just a mask

They always laugh when she cries
They think its really funny
They don't know she wants to die
That lifes no longer sunny

They don't care to see the totured girl
They think its all in her head
They are unaware that everything will unfurl
And that see may so be dead

They don't hear my desprate screams
They don't see me
They live in happy dreams
Where they think I'm free


Scars on the Heart

I know who I use to be,
I know what I was.
Uncapable of the simple things,
Like compassion and love.
The reminders of days gone by
Are forever burned into my soul.
Scars in the flesh, scars on the heart,
They remind me of what I know.

No Tomorrow

My spirit has turned to ice,
My heart to stone.
For those with no hope,
Comes no tomorrow.
My body starts to die on me,
I am so alone.

 
Set Me Free

Every night I stay up waiting for you,
Confused and alone wandering what to do.
I don't know what to do I can't see your heart,
I can't read your mind, I can't do my part
Until you tell me what you feel
So that I may know how to deal
I worry about what you are thinking
Do you like me, or am I sinking
Into a hole that will leave me heart broken
Do they mean anything, the words we have spoken?
I want you to see what you mean to me
I want you to come and set me free
I am afraid to tell you, I am too shy
This feeling of helplessness makes me cry.
I walk blindly into an uncharted hole,
I walk with trust inside my soul
May there be joy and love
Blessed to us from the sky above
Or may there be lonliness and pain
In which there is no gain
But to you alone I give the choice
Do you loath, or do you rejoice?

I Died Last Night

I died last night, for nothing
Since nothing I believed
No Heaven or Hell shall await
For those who are deceived

I died last night, still empty
Since empty is what I am
A ghost, a shell, a tortured soul
Not even to Hell be damned

I died last night, forsaken
Since forsaken is my name
Never to rest enternally
Or feel Heaven's sacred flame

I died last night, still searching
Since searching finds the truth
No faith in what could not be seen
But now I have the proof.

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