This is a poem that does not rhym
maybe its just me, but i dont know what else to do...things are happening to me and it killing me. slowly i'm decaying in my grave. my undug grave. my bed is my coffin, and my walls are my tomb. i feel trapt within these walls, i am dead within my grave. though to the world i'm well and alive, but in my head, and in my heart, i'm mourned only by myself, and its only me that crys. i fear not for my body, i fear not for my soul, but the hands that molded me, might choose the path where there is no cold. only heat will surrond my body, and the flames will consume me, only my heart will live, within the heads of all that knew me. i'm not adored, i'm not loved, for the ones that love me, seek only for the compasion i give them, and run off to others who are near them. i'm not delerious, i'm not insane, i'm not loved, and never will be again. for the ones that love me now, will soon move on, though i hold onto their hearts, never wanting to let go, though they shall love others, that are closer to them, they have adored for years, and i will be left alone, no breath to take, not a shed of a tear.
todeadtotype · Fri Feb 03, 2006 @ 09:21pm · 6 Comments |