road to insanity

the time is coming
its time to face my fears
face up to what i need to hear

walking up the road
the road to insanity
a feble knoc on the door
the gates to hell
you answer
arms open wide


i want to rip your face off


sitting on the sofa
thunbs in fingers
i see a face
a face i miss

my heart breaks everso more


your words pour out of your mouth
tears run down your face
arms waving everywhere

just drop down dead


listen
look
nod
im not interested in what you have to say
you dont care what i think

have another glass of wine
smoke another cigerette

kill yourself for all i care.



Poetry by Dani
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Written on 2006-11-04 at 12:00

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Coolaaron88
Love and Hate conflict so easily and you want to sort it out. I pray for you.

~Aaron Rowe
2006-11-04


Kathy Lockhart
These times of love and hate for the same person can be maddening. I feel that in your strong poem here.
2006-11-04