Bleeding heart

 Yell of a bleeding heart is worse than the fire in hell..

I quit..

I am fired up and tired
of the way the things have been
I am the one at the sail,
the master of the sea.
I was broken from an young age
writing my poems for the few
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking the words from my veins
I see blood clotting
and turning black...
My hands numb on the sail...
Vision blurs...The sea roars
Breathing blocks...
eyes lock...
Into the depth... I quit....
(Inspired and borrowed from ID)

Ode to the Society

Wish to be a williwaw
An untamed one...
to lash and to destroy the rules
That chain my spirit
that longs to be free...
I long for complete destruction
of the so called system.
As I dance, the dance of destruction
Push me to hell
U will hear my yell
Burn me to ashes
On your face, feel my lashes
Bury me to rot
will tame not
will blame not
Come n light me...
And let the light guide thee to freedom....