through the alley of the lonely, by Loneliness is condescending
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I felt the devil taking hold but I can’t let go of you,
I forsake me,
Condemn me to hell,
For just the chance to speak my love of you
I am silent drinking my darkness and forbidden thoughts
Watching your light grow
I lay in his bed slowly kissing his scars away
Once again I’m picturing you
I’m getting sick of it
My love has turned to loathing
With blackened red eyes I consume you with my words
My hands are tied
I’m speaking tongues with lies
I watch my arms wrapped around his chest
Can you forgive me?
For it was only you I wanted
Its only you I can never have
I have lost my gift of wings
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Posted: 2006-07-26 03:48:01 UTC |
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2006-07-26 04:28:14 | lost the lonely dead |
interesting and good its one that would prompt me to write just because of the word placement and stuff its cool *thumbs up* |