i lay in this bed of pain i try and i strain i pout and shout but i cant get out locked in my head is this what its like to be dead? i can only imagine in my little world of pretend it never ends dreams becomes nightmare oh so quickly tricky as it… Continue reading another poem
Author: shadowedlight
momento morten vitae sequens.
(remember death follows life)
poem from a rusty plastic boy
kill me now i dont care how sword or gun as long as its done make this breath my last just hurry up and make it fast end this life now end my heavenly strife make it go away as blood drips from the knife the time is now ripe please wipe away these sins… Continue reading poem from a rusty plastic boy
poem of nothing for you
once upon a time i cried tears for you now later inlife its tears you cry for me once upon a time i would have done anything for you now its time you give it all up for me
a poem of inner tortures and demons bared
let no food enter my mouth and no water pass my eyes wither away from the inside and when i die maybe then will it be for me those tears you cry but parting is such sweet sorrow happy to have me gone and away til you want something done my way then forever its… Continue reading a poem of inner tortures and demons bared
the one who broke me down
you are the one i will always want you were the one i always will love your the one i thought would always be there and the one who would always care
i dont know yet a poem of some kind
a simple kiss a crimson drop pale white shining in the moonlight another red drop
a poem of nothing and everythin
here i sit in the shadows alone watching you craving you but you dont know im here dont know i even take a breath nothing i do will you ever know
a poem for the deceased
i never cried in front of people i never showed i cared but u knew the burden i had to bear in ur eyes i could see the way
poetry of pain loneliness
i see you sitting there pretty auburn hair such a pretty face such a sweet smile but you dont even know i care
life lost and never had
trying too swallow a bitter pill knife in the back thats making me ill noone knows but me noone understands but you lies and deceit in what i thought were tales of love