Treasure Island

Suicidal Happiness

(The graves in my mind)

This Hell Is Born In Our Eden


Anything can be innocent
But anything can be a sin
You think you can go to hell and back
But the devil sucks you in

The tears that you cry
Always bleed red
And when insanity takes its toll
I will be found dead

The world fades darker
And all the light is gone
The remainder of us hated beings
Are left to mourn

Happiness falls short
And now we don’t know what to do
This hell and hatred is ours
The poison is you

People suffer
And people cry
If this world is Eden or its hell
It doesn’t matter because we all die

Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013
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  • David Wood (5/17/2013 11:06:00 AM)

    The reason people hate is that they don't understand as see the other persons perspective. A sad poem but I like it. I hope you find time to read some of mine. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (5/15/2013 8:39:00 PM)

    does not matter hell or hatred, we are going to die, true.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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