ill take it all away
the next day im gone
shattered glass
the bullet missed its mark
pain shooting through my vaines
but the bullet never hit
what pain is so unjust
burns my insides apart
but ill rember the day
o how every word i say stumbles at your feet
never to be read only to be lost
gray skys encomber me
running away from the start
raceing twords the finish
im at the start again
just a different race
the sun falling on the horizon
time slips away with such grace
so this is what it feels like to be a faliure
betrayal in the hearts of many
nobody sees the breath fleeting my body
my eyes are numb to the day
only incite it my heart, cold as stone
so desperate
cursed be thy name
all the stories left untold
my hopes and my dreams
couldnt take me there
i have failed
why are these thoughts here
all you fuckers hate
stay back away
your one drop in a statistical ocean of people
if i only knew how to take time back
stop the seconds
halt the minits
fight back the tears as i look into your eyes
these tear staind eyes say it all
but youll never know
the end is near
how do i tell the angels
lost in thought
its just another sleepless night
and the voice keep asking why
i speak my hear
give what i have to give
take this and hold it tight because its all i have left
give till theres nothing left of me
I dont know what it is about your poems that just draws me in, but you definatly have a tallent, Why do sad poems and stories of emotional pain bring each of us a strange kind of pleasure?