Last thoughts
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
575
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Last thoughts
*prolog
a by thy that suduces us from within,
the cold hands that float in the air,
its presance can be too much to bear,
its lurring us to what we want,
or is it?
do we rise above, or do we sit,
its beauty will chill you,
along with its grace,
when no one will help, its you it will chase,
its everything we want,
a way out
but when the walls close in, will it be you who that
shout?
when it offers its hand to you with the promise of its
gift,
will you accept it or will you shift*** ***
Brought into the world
with pain and without peace,
growing up learning things i expected least .
Now I\'m laying on the ground i can\'t hear a thing they say,
things that dont matter anymore,
their voice is far way...
Im lying on the gound, covered in my own blood,
trying not to cry as my tears become a flood.
My blood lies all around me
im still trying hard not to cry
but now it\'s all over because im am going to die.
But why didn\'t they do something?
knowing it would ruin my life.
now the pain is cutting me like a burning knife.
i explained to people that i was afraid
all they did was pat me and say dezi, please be brave,
I wonder if they would actully think what they did as they look upon my grave.
my fingers slip away from those that i did care, when i asked you again all you did was stare.
If you could have taken a monent of your preciouse time,
i would have felt better, much less than ten cents the dime.
Living in pain is never much fun,
I wanted someone to stop me as i began to run.
There so far away now and i can barely see
that everyone i cared for how little they should mean to me.
Maybe if somone looked at me
with a smile that could revive,
maybe everything right now wouldnt have to happen,
I\'d be still be alive.
And my happieness doesnt seem to last long
can\'t you hear my breathing?
My breaths become a song.
My last few breaths of air arnt landing on the glass,
my breath is fadding away,
from my body fast.
My breathings getting shorter and im starting to get scared
these are my finall moments and im so unprepared.
No one here to hold me as i lay hear and die
No one here to say i love you and good bye...
***
Epologe
I can feel the cold hands slide around my breast, lingling around my like an unwelcomed guest.
Lips press against mine locking in my death,
right then and there whent my final breath.
It\'s staring to to get dark
but now im no longer scared,
my final moment has come
no need to be prepared.
Here i am everyone, I\'m floating in the sky
i really wished you could have said to me sorry and good-bye...
a by thy that suduces us from within,
the cold hands that float in the air,
its presance can be too much to bear,
its lurring us to what we want,
or is it?
do we rise above, or do we sit,
its beauty will chill you,
along with its grace,
when no one will help, its you it will chase,
its everything we want,
a way out
but when the walls close in, will it be you who that
shout?
when it offers its hand to you with the promise of its
gift,
will you accept it or will you shift*** ***
Brought into the world
with pain and without peace,
growing up learning things i expected least .
Now I\'m laying on the ground i can\'t hear a thing they say,
things that dont matter anymore,
their voice is far way...
Im lying on the gound, covered in my own blood,
trying not to cry as my tears become a flood.
My blood lies all around me
im still trying hard not to cry
but now it\'s all over because im am going to die.
But why didn\'t they do something?
knowing it would ruin my life.
now the pain is cutting me like a burning knife.
i explained to people that i was afraid
all they did was pat me and say dezi, please be brave,
I wonder if they would actully think what they did as they look upon my grave.
my fingers slip away from those that i did care, when i asked you again all you did was stare.
If you could have taken a monent of your preciouse time,
i would have felt better, much less than ten cents the dime.
Living in pain is never much fun,
I wanted someone to stop me as i began to run.
There so far away now and i can barely see
that everyone i cared for how little they should mean to me.
Maybe if somone looked at me
with a smile that could revive,
maybe everything right now wouldnt have to happen,
I\'d be still be alive.
And my happieness doesnt seem to last long
can\'t you hear my breathing?
My breaths become a song.
My last few breaths of air arnt landing on the glass,
my breath is fadding away,
from my body fast.
My breathings getting shorter and im starting to get scared
these are my finall moments and im so unprepared.
No one here to hold me as i lay hear and die
No one here to say i love you and good bye...
***
Epologe
I can feel the cold hands slide around my breast, lingling around my like an unwelcomed guest.
Lips press against mine locking in my death,
right then and there whent my final breath.
It\'s staring to to get dark
but now im no longer scared,
my final moment has come
no need to be prepared.
Here i am everyone, I\'m floating in the sky
i really wished you could have said to me sorry and good-bye...