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Inside the Nine
Inside the Nine
As the feeling of hate swirled within me,
I came to realize the foundation
Of this world is nothing but damnation.
Enemy, show me what you wanna be.
I have longed to liberate my madness.
I don't understand the malice that makes
Me this way; what has happened for God's sakes?
What did I do to deserve all of this?
No matter how hard I tried, you lied to
Me for so long; I am Tattered & Torn.
This can't be the reason that I was born.
Pain was always free...and it waits for you.
Sadly, only one of us walks away.
I'll give you a hint; it surely isn't
That angry soul who defames on fine print.
Why is this the direction my life sways?
It's hard to stay between the lines of skin.
You don't matter; nobody matters here
Except me; the sole being that I fear.
Thank God I have found no one who's akin.
I'm in this maze...this psychopathic daze...
You can't even look me in the eye...
Well then, I shall exit; good day, goodbye.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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