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It's Never Gonna Be Okay You always tell me it'll be okay- but when does it get there? Because the demons have been upon me like a pack of wolves for years now and they lick me with thier swollen tongues just to keep me hangin' around in lifes torturous dance here in my own private ballroom of a dungeon And they revel in my desperation and laugh loudly while they bang upon my spine and though I've died a thousand times they always bring me back and I awaken with one of their repulsive mouths pressed to mine And I've screamed and screamed endlessly and forever- they just wrap their scaly arms around me and whisper- 'we won't let you go baby-not ever' They run their taloned paws across my skin I shiver and shake and cry while they giggle and grin I see glistening remnants of my heart hanging from their rotten teeth and my faith glimmers in the fists of these beasts I close my eyes against their never ending sickness My lost soul rolls on through the black and the bleakness And somewhere on the other side I can still hear you say- 'It's all right darlin'- It's gonna be okay' |
Additional Notes:
Sorry about the 'gonna' thing -it felt right here
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