Gusto13's Allience for the Gothicly Ill!
Poem by David L. Olmstead
Killing Me
Why is it I cannot get away
from this pain
all I can create is a rage I cannot explain,
dancing around like a suicide
geek
yelling at all the blood on the
street
self destruction, is it madness?
should I cut off my ear
and sell to to my
sadness,
Killing me, it's killing me
another Twenty-Four years
stuck in this insanity
the pain is leathel
climbing through these walls of poverty
agony of will survives the uglyness
hoping for another galaxy
of horrors fanasy
cought in its
confusion!
Copywright ?2000 David L. Olmstead
