's crazed the way
Life can turn into these shades of grey
Love can turn to hate, and take away the words we wanna say..Apologies are shallow
Ankle deep inside the ocean
All emotions in a bottle thrown to sea and now they're floating..Standing frozen like a snowman,It's the winter at it's coldest
Only men with empty hearts without a soul could ever know this
It's a funeral of feeling,
As I kneel around the roses taking sips of liquid healing
It gets realer every dosage
And i see her! Yes! I see her!
As she's laying in the casket,
Filled with words, and subtle curses,
that remind me i'm bastard
Maybe it's my german blood,
A product of my history,
But raised with different values,
so my actions are a mystery
Or indeed they maybe arent
Among the shadows ive been distancing,
For years ive yet to see them,
but i swear i think theyre listening,
They dance across the ceiling,
with antagonizing motion
Til they disappear to dark with just another sip of potion
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Author:
Jeff87333 (
Offline) - Published: June 13th, 2016 21:22
- Comment from author about the poem: First verse of a song I wrote after my little sister passed of a heroin overdose, and the thoughts that came with it
- Category: Gothic
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WELCOME JEFF ~ Thanks for posting your very painful first poem - I trust you found it cathartic. My Sister is 38 and to me my most precious Friend. I know how I felt when she was ill or in an accident so in a small way I can empathise with you and your awful experience of losing your precious SIS ! The line "Lying in a casket" (from the rap) is very haunting and final and it chilled me as I read it. Your poem (song) pulsates with rhyme and rhythm which amplifies the tragedy of its content ! Thanks for carin' an' sharin' BRIAN
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