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I see a broken boy who’s confused about what’s real and fake.
He wanders if when he dies if he will actually wake.
He cries out for love, but finds that no one will answer his prayer.
Because he never faced the reality that there was no one ever there.
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Oh god, this pain will encourage me,
And drive me to the brink ov my insanity...
With a feeling more painful than dissection...
Oh my f*cking god! ! !
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Can you honestly claim your life to be a living Hell?
When you left me bleeding the insanity ov your betrayal.
I know I'm insane,
But I can not die.
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Lost in this world...
Alone and scared...
Lost in this world...
So unprepared...
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Listen to me call your name...
So gently you come to me...
Yet you can't see the danger you're in...
So gently you will leave this place...
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Never again will light shine on this nocturnal heart.
If my necromantic love were ever to end.
Never ending longing for one with peral flesh.
And hair as fair and red as the liquid dripping from my neck.
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At times I feel my veins are filled with distane...
So bleed me out and show me the way of purity...
Tie me down and give my brain a new host...
This human flesh is frail and weak...
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Breath me in then spit me out...
This is only clear in nightmares...
Toxic tonics, hang me from my esophagus...
Demons crawling out my eye's, screaming 'On of us! '
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Impale my heart then gently rub the wound with lime...
Then drain out my once known self then fill me with grime...
Screaming such a silent whisper I kneel to thee...
Knowing you will never understand why I plee...
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Somewhere beyond the fences that cloud my mind,
and far beyond the gates of Purgatory.
Lays the soul of my formor shell of a body...
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All color has faded from my eyes.
Eternal darkness is all that's left.
A nightmare beyond the grasp of man.
A curse beyond the warmth of day.
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I've seen your blood stained face starring from under the floor.
The memory that was will and shall haunt these walls forevermore.
It's just a simple nightmare that's plagued my sleep for days.
I try to forget it, but in my mind it stays.
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Love is a crazy thing...

It can be the best and worst thing in life...
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Sometime it's hard for me to admit.
That my life is a sugar coated piece ov sh*t.
I've been pushed aside,
and stept on.
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I...
I'm so alone...
In my head...
Inside ov me this disease spreads...
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We hear her screams,
And yet we just sit still.
She cries out to us,
And we just ignore her...
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I love you...
I hate you...
Why did you do this to me?
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Heart beat is weakening,
Eyes are swollen shut.
Breathe is shortening,
With this fatal cut.
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How could you do this to me?
After everything we've been though...
I hope he was worth it...
I hope you're proud...
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Cold is the soul ov a man...
Even colder is the soul ov his spous...
Do we deseverve what we are given,
Or do we leach do to our nature?
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The Best Poem Of Steven Hoon

Lying Dead In A Closed Minded Existence...

I see a broken boy who’s confused about what’s real and fake.
He wanders if when he dies if he will actually wake.
He cries out for love, but finds that no one will answer his prayer.
Because he never faced the reality that there was no one ever there.

He waits and waits for the day ov judgment to see if he can live.
He waits, and waits, and waits, and waits, and asks “Will God forgive? ”

He sits in the darkness that surrounds his mind,
And asks himself is this real or am I just blind?
Will his question ever be answered?
I think not for his mind is cancered.

I swear I can still hear his cries.
I can still hear his painful sighs.
Burning in the fire he never had a chance to rise.

This life was never to be…
For this broken boy is…
Me…

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