"I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn"
Ill tell you that
Forgiven or torn we're still in a storm and stuck without warning at all.
Bam!
Stricken and sore, struck with distraught.
Sort of stuck in a state with no shelter at all.
That
Is called broken and broke in by breaking the bracken break it back and back the broken brakes will fall
Pummel into the wall
Crap!
Still I stand sore until I turned round and out of the wall I climb up and jump off and fall,
Unconscious to all, safe yet so cruel.
Stop!
Kill me I beg, million bears, still in mind here, I beg, just tear out these scratching,
Thoughts!
I will be all there, bruised cut and scared, until I lie here, all, there, I must scare out these hatching,
Thoughts!
Kill me I beg, I will be all there, million bears, bruised cut and scared, still in mind here, until I lie here, I beg, all there, just tear out these scratching..
I must scare out these hatching...
(*Whispered*)
lie here I'm scared,
under my mind where I die when I hide here,
I wanna die here,
just let me leave without fear,
let me enter the jaws of hate in my head.
And cry as I fear that end of life gets nearer
But when I never live I can never die true to my mind, I will fear.
For eternity.
Bare to bear the forever dread
Bare
-
Author:
birdbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2026 06:47
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 1

Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.