Fuel Poem by sean dischiavi

a seething river of foam
the fear of being alone
a knife hitting bone
being bashed by these stones

a rymn without the point
is like a slash without the moist
wait, even better
needles without the pain
is like jesus without his name

hell, you think your lost now?
ill have you sayin 'wow'
just hang beside me
see tourtures youve never seen
coupled with pleasures that shouldnt have been

stuff makes you want to carve on yourself
strips you bare takes all your wealth

as you can tell blackness is back
preforming a frontal attack
no more sneak from behind
'ahah tricked you sucker
now you are mine'

no, ive seen it come down from the street
invited it in, laughed well it beat
now i lay batterd and alone
my soul so callused its almost as stone

the moral of this?

short, yet not that sweet
ive lived this life fully unique
though most have seen it fully a waste

my anger has fed me
has kept me fueled
but unable too sedate