JigsawKillah:
Immune to the pains of heartbreak; I prided myself
Weed would take it all away, I lied to myself
My emotions drown me in waves, I'm crying for help
I died and was reborn: a psycho you'd create

Went on a heartbreaking spree, never felt remorse
Till it became more of an habit, then I fell in love
Couldn't tell her how I feel, fear I'd treat her worse
I am an emotionless robot, a psycho you'd made

Early morning sex, that's a nice day
Heavy drugs we wrecks, sticking my vein
Then we clubbing next, every Friday
Look at how I become, the psycho you'd craved

Never been this angry in ages, I sought out to rob
Hanging with the meanest faces, so I could feel among
Wasted and making people wasted, I don't feel it's wrong
As I wear this balaclava, I hope the psycho would fade


I picture the one I love, I am unworthy of her
I stay frowning like a job; her strength is her smile
I'm a destructive meteor; she radiates as a star
If you ever read this, I'm a psycho you'd changed






©Jigs

JigsawKillah:
Immune to the pains of heartbreak; I prided myself

You Thought you couldn't fall for heartbreaking Perhaps having been Jilted by a lover.

Weed would take it all away, I lied to myself
To prove your infallibility, You go on 'weed pree'. But it doesn't take long before it becomes obvious that that's not solution.

My emotions drown me in waves, I'm crying for help
But you have already become a victim of emotions. You allow your emotions to override you; hence your crying for solace, help you say!

I died and was reborn: a psycho you'd create
Alas, the choice you make gives birth to a new fashion of you, 'the psycho'

Went on a heartbreaking spree, never felt remorse
Your new self takes better out of you and you go on a revengeful mission - 'heartbreaking business'

Till it became more of an habit, then I fell in love
And without a recourse, you deep yourself into the pool of lust and deceit. However, this this last before you find a soft spot for yet a new lover - perhaps in course of your revengeful misson

Couldn't tell her how I feel, fear I'd treat her worse
You fear you can treat her worst, thus deductively you roll back your tongue and keep your feelings at bay.

I am an emotionless robot, a psycho you'd made
The experience has made you what you are - a straw man, who can only scare but can't bit

Early morning sex, that's a nice day
You move on with your smithen self - a wounded werewolf that craves Netflix and chill �

Heavy drugs we wrecks, sticking my vein
Taking hard drugs, perhaps to boost your libido

Then we clubbing next, every Friday
Gyration, partying, clubbing and frisson at every weekend

Look at how I become, the psycho you'd craved
Would this could have been her (the first lover's) expectations or at least her intention?

Never been this angry in ages, I sought out to rob
Anger fill the brim of the reasoning tank; then the worst creeps in - join gangs of men of the underworld.

Hanging with the meanest faces, so I could feel aamong
With a thought of becoming stronger and 'emotionally dead' perhaps to douse off the pain of being a lovelorn.

Wasted and making people wasted, I don't feel it's wrong
Condemnation of human and material resources becomes hobbies. No feeling attached.

As I wear this balaclava, I hope the psycho would fade
All of these even with hope that one, one day will meet Providence, the restorer of hope


I picture the one I love, I am unworthy of her
Now, you become worthless of what take you to this - your psycho state

I stay frowning like a job; her strength is her ssmile
You lost it after all. Donced by her ebullient self - more like a fobbiden fruit naw!

I'm a destructive meteor; she radiates as a star
The class is obvious now. While you turn out to be worthless muggot, she parades around in the glare of admirers.

If you ever read this, I'm a psycho you'd changed
Perhaps she just finished her dinner, going to sleep naw.






©Jigs

Threebear:
Let's go back to the days, when people with talent actually did art. Now everyone is a writer and poet and it's absolutely appalling, the lack of talents on display.

JigsawKillah:
Immune to the pains of heartbreak; I prided myself
Weed would take it all away, I lied to myself
My emotions drown me in waves, I'm crying for help
I died and was reborn: a psycho you'd create

Went on a heartbreaking spree, never felt remorse
Till it became more of an habit, then I fell in love
Couldn't tell her how I feel, fear I'd treat her worse
I am an emotionless robot, a psycho you'd made

Early morning sex, that's a nice day
Heavy drugs we wrecks, sticking my vein
Then we clubbing next, every Friday
Look at how I become, the psycho you'd craved

Never been this angry in ages, I sought out to rob
Hanging with the meanest faces, so I could feel among
Wasted and making people wasted, I don't feel it's wrong
As I wear this balaclava, I hope the psycho would fade


I picture the one I love, I am unworthy of her
I stay frowning like a job; her strength is her smile
I'm a destructive meteor; she radiates as a star
If you ever read this, I'm a psycho you'd changed






©Jigs

Manofvalor1:
Sorry this is no poem.nice construction but it lacks poetric devices.