The 22nd Of The Month


The 22nd Of The Month - Written At The Wilmington & Brandywine Cemetery

I cannot define the feeling, but I'll do my best to explain.
Today marks the very date , that I found a new level of pain.
And tomorrow, it marks the memory and the day of my escape.

Oh, how I hate this very hell that always tends to dwell ...
inside of me.
Once again, I am caught beneath of it all ...
And slowly, me it keeps killing.

This heart's beating outside of my chest,
swarmed by the fear and the adrenaline ...
That I felt nine years ago, falling from the top of that fence.
Is there any hope left? It all enrages and captures me the best.

I'm held hostage still, within the back-roads screaming,
a Delaware, horrific nightmare ...
And I've got a feeling this will never get easier ...
Until he is lifeless, no longer breathing.

Because even in a cell, he must be remembering ...
Every damn thing he has done to me.
Devil, the very moment he is freed ...
Send his sorry soul to me.

NOTE : Song Used : Sixx:A.M - Prayers For The Damned

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