Dying Again, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled

I can't struggle in these thorns,
Helpless to avoid further bleeding.
Even if I beg,
If I fall,
If I let you take it all,
You'll still be the drug,
The drug that I'm needing.

And I can't imagine the black,
The shadows I'll drag myself through.
So I'll hang,
Until I fall,
I'll let you watch it all,
But it'll still be you,
'Cause it was always you.

These are the tears that I have lied for
This is the moment I have cried for,
And this is the second time I've died for,
For you.

I hope that you feel the thunder,
I hope it rumbles regret in your mind.
I hope your thoughts,
Are overdosed,
On the girl you knew the most,
I hope I'm impossible to find,
Please don't try to find.

And I wrote my name in italics,
In your voice, in your very memory.
So when it's gone,
When it's a ghost,
My eyes will still haunt you the most,
The voice inside of you will be me,
That voice is me.

These are the tears that I have lied for
This is the moment I have cried for,
And this is the second time I've died for,
For you. 



Posted: 2006-11-03 08:09:39 UTC

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