Out of the Dust
His red eyes
burning red
with passion
His two colored hair
blue hair
showing innonence once
and
dual personalities
His strong body
toned
able to protect
But
his twisted inside
twisted mind
wondering why
his life
is
Drugs
Drinking
Pounding head
money never-ending
so
the
habits
never end
a different girl
every night
sometimes the neighbors
hear
him comming home
drunk
high
Screaming and
Smashing and
Hate
He cuts himself
everyone knows
in sweaters
sweatshirts
long sleaves
to hide
his
imperfections
thinking about
how alone
and hated
he is
but only in his mind
cause all he
needs
is someone to love him back
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This is about anything and everything that happens in my life and the world around me...except sometimes in poem form.
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