Warped And Twisted Poem by grim blackhart

harsh words and violent blows
hidden secrets nobody knows
eyes are open, hands are fisted
deep inside im warped and twisted
so many tricks and so many lies
too many whens and too many whys
nobodys special nobodys gifted
im just me, warped and twisted
sleeping awake and choking on a dream
listen loudly to a silent scream
call my mind, the numbers unlisted
lost in someone so warped and twisted
on my knees, alive but dead
look at the invisible blood ive bled
im not gone, but my mind has drifted
dont expect much, im warped and twisted
burnt out, wasted, empty, and hollow
todays just yesterdays tomarrow
the sun died out, the ashes sifted
but im still here, warped and twisted...