Saviodsilva


Gene Passehl
Poem

This

Welcome to me,
this the dream.
People scream or so it seems.
Welcome to me, this the hell.
People burn or so it would be.
Welcome.
Welcome to this wonderous land.
Nothing here but grabing hands of greed.

Nothing of me.
To escape is death.
Suck me dry.
Welcome to me, this the land where money rules.
Welcome to me, this the mind people hurt.
This is how it was meant to be.
People think they see.
People think they know what this means.
Welcome....WELCOME!!!

Laughing voices,
tricks of the mind,
whispered promises.
Yet they were all lies.
Turn me inside out, find out what it is all about.
Crimes of sincerity,
nothing is left of me.
Razor sharp teeth biting deep.
Creeping souls lost from home.
Terrible cries, lovely lies, blacken these hearts.
Love is nothing.

I hate you.
I hate myself.
For now I welcome to me,
this welcome.
Welcome to me this the dream,
the hell.
This the mind.
This the death......
This the lost and cold.
(A look to all The Darker sides)


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