This is the system,
Key of self destruction,
Our Minds rot with dark,
And our hearts are wrapped in Barbed Wire,
Bleeding Tormenting Killing,
No one around to hear your brutal screams,
And you cry out in pain,
And wither in agony,
A pentagram couldn't protect you from,
What I'll do to you,
Soul sucker from hell,
With a body that kills,
Words are like rope,
They wrap your throat,
and kill you,
Making you choke and bleed,
Death is a blanket,
That will suffocate you,
Until you can only see,
The darkness of the sheets,
My mind bleeds for the lost protection,
The savior couldn't give,
So I shun myself,
And Cut off my big toe,
You think your dark,
Just try and figure out,
The point of this poem,
Emos think their are but aren't,
Dani Baxter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-funeral-of-absolution/
