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DyingDreams

I don't wanna live, I don't wanna die

I don't wanna give, I don't wanna try

 

Inside my Ire, I wage war alone

Fighting the fire, with a heart of stone

Without desire, I am with my own

And my empire, Falls after it's grown

 

The reason in Pain, all too dark to see

Yet no way to drain, the black of the sea

 

Wanna feel the end, to be rid of this

The ones I called, 'Friend.' Memories I miss

I'll no longer bend, to Wills of a kiss

I will not contend, what I reminisce

 

Sever connections, destroy all my past

Electrical infections, gone so fast

 

Undo the good done, remake all the bad

Every single one, the reasons I'm sad

Barrel of a gun, all in nickel clad

Will snuff out the sun, all the moments had

 

Solves all of the hurt, with one last bullet

Cover me in dirt, after I Pull It  

  • Author: DyingDreams (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2017 18:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: Write about it......Don't do it.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 24
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