Let me for forgiveness

Hi, brain-havers, it's me again-Peace Cobain, or you can call me Bad Blood now. I haven't wrote since... I don't know, it's been long time since I wrote here for the last time. But don't be mad at me-now I'm killjoy and a killjoy ONLY, so I write more in my other blog. But I won't forget this one, I promise! This is one of my poems, called "Let me for forgiveness":

Let me for forgiveness

Let me…

Let me be an animal insane

Let me be a burning flame

Let me be a phone ringing

Let me be a singer singing

Let me bash you up and kill you

Let me tease your nerves and see you

Lie under my feet and pray

Okay, I’ll forgive you for today

But there’ll be tomorrow too

And there’s nothing else to do

Let me be a rock guitar

Let me be a shooting star

Let me… I’ll forgive you

If you want me to.

Feed my mind with pills and food

Cage it, raise, look it good

Give me to the crocodiles

Then forget me for awhile

Remember the forgotten

Forget the memorized

Through the window throw your letter

To jump or not-that doesn’t matter.

See the future in my eyes

Won the winnings, lost the fights

Lose the lossless

Find the nothing

Search the useless

Broke the boring

Get together with your head

And then break up with your heart

No more getting sad

Only getting smart

Contrition. Absolution.

Recognition. Self-destruction.

Reborn. Recycle. Rewrite.

Is there a word “resee”?!

And is anybody listening to me?

It’s cold outside

It’s cold in me.

Refuse to fight

the way it will be

To be or not to be?

That ISN’T the question

I can’t find an answer

Find only a rejection

Let me…

Let me smiling face

Let me hide in safety place

Let me be a joke in book

Let me be a puzzled look

Let me be a flying fish

Let me be a worthless wish

Let me be the last goodbye

of a person, who will die

Let me have a look in you

Let me be in desert too

Let me love, let me hate

Let me come and leave too late

Let me… or don’t do it

Decide now. Decide fast. For last…

Look me in the eyes

Do you know what I’m thinking?

Do you know what I’m dreaming for?

Do you know or you just guess…

Let me be your hidden thoughts

carefully folded up in a box

This isn’t real

This is a dream!

Let me scream!

Wake me up.

P.S: We’ll see about tomorrow…