I had been suffering from a serious case of writer's block so I decided to try something unique. I turned on N.I.B by Black Sabbath and the verses came to my mind naturally. I think my mind begins to work faster when its exposed to pure Heavy Metal. This poem is about a man's feelings after he killed a girl...! It's dark but I think it's kinda incomplete. I'm unsatisfied...but here it goes...
He never felt his mind was at ease
He was abandoned, lost and forgotten
Trapped in his own mind, where could he go?
The ashes of the past were his reminders
Of the Sin he committed, the Sin he committed
Run, Run, He could never get a place to hide
He could never reach the garden where he could rest
He could never burn the past, its was his only shield
He walked silently, against the wall
Leaving streaks of blood behind
He scratched the door and broke a nail
But his mind was too preoccupied to feel the pain
That face he killed always overshadowed it
He could feel her touch, her last touch
The last touch before she could breath no more
He never felt his mind was at ease
He was abandoned, lost and forgotten
Trapped in his own mind, where could he go?
The ashes of the past were his reminders
Of the Sin he committed, the Sin he committed
Run, Run, He could never get a place to hide
He could never reach the garden where he could rest
He could never burn the past, its was his only shield
He walked silently, against the wall
Leaving streaks of blood behind
He scratched the door and broke a nail
But his mind was too preoccupied to feel the pain
That face he killed always overshadowed it
He could feel her touch, her last touch
The last touch before she could breath no more
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