Desolate, cold, darkness persists, to corrupt my soul left unkissed.
Untouched, unreal, and cold inside, My soul is cold, my eyes are blind.
A gun, a knife, a razor sits, perched upon the window hitch.
Dark, cold, emptiness keeps, dark demons from my past unleashed.
Seen imagery from my past accounts, haunts my dreams and casts my doubts.
My life is gone, and darkness I slip, I left this ghastly, gaunt world unkissed.
Life's gifts of happiness, are thrown away for those who wish, for death upon a falling star, and fallen spirits is what they are.
The silent, cold, and empty soul, is what my metaphor to life is for.
A sharp and slick blade resides, to calm my nerves, my soul, my eyes.
I sink into the water, dip my head, below the surface, head like lead.
The world drowns out, my eyes shut, I pray to God I don't wake up.
Quickly I slip into darkness, and say goodbye, to my hopes, my dreams, my life.
No more staying up long, lonely nights, I'm here to live, but tell me why?
Because the worlds at a loss for words, I'll end this pointless reign unsure.
If what I did in life was right, walking allies on desolate nights.
But now my step is losing grip, and from conciseness i did slip..... |
