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crying My Unbeating Heart
There are days when I want to cry,
And others to be eternally numb.
Days I wish would end with blood and tears,
And times when I want to sleep forever.
There are moments when my chest aches,
And times when I feel no pain.
Months seem to pass right by me;
And I can not say or do a thing.
Hours seem an eternity to me.
Minutes stretch for days.
My tears no longer flow now.
Blood runs not through these veins.
For only mere seconds do I ever feel alive.
Then no pain is felt as my soul dies.
A shell; a lowly unwanted shell.
That is all I shalt remain.
My heart is black, my blood cold.
I have lost all train of thought.
My soul is dieing, slowly yet shirly.
One day I shall be gone.
Blood has run free from my many wounds.
It stains my skin and heart.
My eyes are growing darker.
My soul has fallen apart.
The darkness is my sanctuary.
The light no longer lives.
I only feel hell’s flames.
Now, let me tell you this:
I was once alive,
Happy with who I was.
I had a dream, I had a life.
But then it was all gone.
Many ask why I’m corrupt.
I tell them just to think.
They do not understand.
I just sigh and sulk away.
But, for your time and patience,
For you have heard my unbeating heart;
I shall give you the answer.
Then we shall forever part.
I was made corrupt by those who never think.
They just play with matches and slowly burn.
People have made me this way, unfeeling and so low.
So watch your heart and your back,
Or it will be your turn!
crying
 Angel_Rowen · Mon Nov 27, 2006 @ 08:59pm · 0 Comments |
