Bleed The Vein

You kick me down, And strip me of my happiness

You beat me down, With your words of hate

You strap me down, To my own reality

And you cast me off, To go and bleed the vein

I tell myself that I will have happiness

I tell myself, It will all be ok

But I drive myself, To a grave insanity

And I go off to bleed the vein

You tear me down, Every day, So slowly

You shrink me down, To no self-respect

You leave me dead, With no soul, So lonly

And again I go to bleed the vein

The World kills my mind, And leaves me with no humanity

No senses left, Cant tell right from wrong

I let myself live in this eternal humility

And there I go again, To bleed the vein

Society kills my soul, And leaves me with no longevity

My life to end, With no long lasting hopes

Make me so lifless, No hope to even try

And there I go, To bleed the vein

But I can not, The vein's run dry, Is empty

There is nothing, That is left unbled

No bleeding anymore, Thus no feeling

And I can not feed the drive, That's insanity fed

But although there is nothing left to bleed

Still I try to bleed the vein

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Hey, it's Raychul (XBleedingKneesX) this was so cool I just had to do the little postpoem thingy! Anyway, I still think this poem is SO totally cool, so yay for you! very bloody...almost like a child sacrafice, nuh? ;) anyway, I shall stop badgering the poet now, peace.