Irony Is A Cruel Beast i watch you laugh you're hiding your pain how do you feel scratching at intimate wounds? take your beautiful facade and smash it to pieces keep on scratching you'll reach your veins soon those incubi and succubbae that haunt you at night they torture you, much to their pleasure while you writhe in your sleep you beg for mercy your daemons know not of that just like how pain knows not our names but of the horrors within that we keep pray for insomnia don't fall asleep its alright (its alright) everything will be ok maybe you can become invincible just like you always wanted only in your dreams so what do you do nothing you lay there and betray yourself try pushing them away you cant you know it you're lying and pressing the glass into your flesh clear yet hard to look into much like your bloodshot eyes another scream resonated from your soul exposing your intent you're not invincible now the glass is crying tears of your blood you're permanently asleep oh irony is such a cruel beast...
Whoa im the first person to reply to this let me breathe in the moment.... Ok im over it. Great stuff as always Rachel. If you find me calling you by yur web name creepy just say so and ill stop. I had alot to identify with in this one.Keep it up you have a loyal fanbase right here.
Nah, it's not creepy, it's my real name actually And thanks so much, alot of people on another site that I go to love all my poems. Great to know I have *cough* "fans" here!