I'm blissfully unaware of how I feel
I can't believe anything is real
my empty heart of steal
is starting to make an appeal
its time to make a deal
as this bottle comes to an end
I find myself missing an old friend
darkness is so easy when you
can't find the light
I've been wrong my whole life ,
trying to find what's right.
I'm only living for the night,
so please,
take a bite and take away my sunlight
as the heavens above break
my once cold heart aches
I never ment to forsake.
The deed is done,
as my final breathe
leaves me
do not grieve
and always believe
that this came as a relief
the king of theives
did come to retrieve
my soul,
that I seem to have misplaced
when I first looked into your face
I had fallen from grace
I've always been outraced, replaced.
You look at me in distaste,
as I walk by, you cant
imagine what it's like
to deny the light
to walk alone at night.
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Author:
Bree Lucas (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2011 17:34
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
Good poem - well written, some great rhymes.
Your usage of end-rhyming is pleasant. The scenario you presented is a miserable one, and while comforted in the thought of exiting, since we do not know for certain what lies hereafter, it is not really a comfort....even though you feel you've tasted enough "hell" here. You depicted the sorry case poignantly...and so perfectly. Well-written. Don't give up...seek the Lord's face while you still have breath....His mercy endures for ever.
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