I’m Not The Man You See… – My Life #4

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I’m Not The Man You See…..

At a point in life,
Where I’m just existing,
Swallowed by the Jaws of Depression,
I’m sure this is not what you call “living.”
Deserted by happiness,
Became friends with sadness,
I accepted that as I’m rather reserved,
While questioning if this friendship was actually deserved.
Expert in self sabotage,
Done many wrong Doings,
As I stare at my reflection.
All I see is an anatomy in ruins.
A specalist introvert,
In the foetal position questioning survival,
And only me, myself and I
Know I’m no where near finished being suicidal.
A human being that is not being,
Inside my cranium is where I’m vocal,
Many things I want to do but cannot,
Due to the trait ive aquired of being antisocial.
At the depths of the sea,
I can’t invision this man getting much older,
Waiting for one mental illness to overcome another,
That’s why I think its an insult when the doctor only calls me Bi-Polar.
Imprisoned in this world,
Without having any convictions,
Restrained behind these bars,
Where I’m out of control of my decisions.
A dream to become unshackled,
A nightmare pondering “why,”
Well to my friends Depression and Sadness,
Remember you can’t kill someone who’s ready to die….

A Poem By Corey Booth 21/03/19

Sinister

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Sinister

Look inside my soul,
At the demons that lie within,
Look inside my soul,
I’m willing to let you in.
Peer at the carnage,
That lies deep inside,
Peer at the carnage,
That can’t be justified.
Gaze at my ghost,
And see my sinister past,
Gaze at my ghost,
And see how long you last.
Glare through those angel eyes,
At the slaughter I’ve applied,
Glare through those angel eyes,
At the darkness I provide.
Glimpse within my body,
At the hellfire in my veins,
Glimpse within my body,
At the demons it contains.
How are you going to feel,
When you snoop inside my mind?
How are you going to feel,
About the corruption you will find?
As a person you will change,
When you observe this inner gore,
As a person you will change,
With this misery you cant ignore.
You will never be the same,
When you see what I have done,
You will never be the same,
These sins cannot be undone.

A poem by Corey Booth 12/07/13 …… 🙂
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

The 31st Of October (Halloween)

The 31st Of October (Halloween)

It’s that time of the year,
The clocks go back,
By 6 o’clock at night,
The streets are filled with black,
The 31st of October, better known as Halloween,
When the dead roam the streets,
It isn’t a scary dream,
Some think it’s fun,
But not anymore,
Cause there’s a clown on the run,
That is scarier than Saw,
He could be knocking on your door,
But you won’t know its him,
Hiding behind his gruesome mask.
With a vicious evil grin,
Ever seen the film the ring?
Well that’s got shit on him,
He’ll rip you limb from limb,
Then chuck you in a bin,
He’s a predator that walks alone,
Everyone one day a year he increases his death toll,
He’s in a mental zone,
And for one day a year that will stay,
Silently prowling around waiting for his prey,
He’s fearless.
He’ll put a blade right through Ya,
Light you on fire and make you look like Freddie Kruger,
If you see dead people,
Then he’s the 6th sense,
That will butcher anyone,
From children to their parents,
If you bump into him,
You will be left in a world full of hurt,
Savagely attacked,
Then buried in the dirt,
Striking at night like a vampire,
Plans he’s perfected they never backfire,
From Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,
He’s the Child Catcher,
But a lot more evil,
Cause he’s a Pain Dispatcher,
Count Dracula,
Would be too scared to get involved,
He’s pure evil,
Over the years his skills have evolved,
He’s caused bag full’s of carnage,
Worse than the Texas Chainsaw Massacre,
Don’t ever fight back,
That fuel just makes him angrier,
He can infect your brain,
Make you believe there’s spiders all over ya,
Scare you to the death,
This brings a whole new meaning to arachnophobia,
With supernatural strength,
Werewolf like Claws,
He can end a life in seconds,
And withdraw without a pause,
Now he’s in your brain,
You best call an exorcist,
Before you feel the pain,
Of someone who might not even exist,
So you decide if you want to go out this Halloween,
If you die it’s on your own head,
Things may be as real as they seem,
This is the real Dawn Of The Dead……….

A Poem By Corey Booth 28/10/11 🙂