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)
- 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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