PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Things aren't as easy as they seem to be

my angel is dead, only darkeness is seen

heartache familliar just as it was before

hallways are empty, no light at the door.



Portray recognition from my own point of view

wonder aloud what the hell I will do

taking a second to let air leave my lungs

expelled by request of my hands that are wrung.



Acceptance of things that were done for the best

pushing the limit, failing the test

breaking the image of what used to be me

it's as easy as that, demise was for free.