Waiting for Death to Come, by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden

I tell of how I feel,
Deep down inside so honest and so real,
My emotions begin to peel,
And run away from my essence, but then I begin to reel,
All of these things back into this vessel in which I am
contained,
I try to remain calm I try to remain humane,
But I’m losing it, I am so insane,
I grasp my head so tightly with my hands,
What is wrong with me, I am some different kind of man,
As I scream at the top of my lungs,
Bloody mercy brings nothing but hell into my life,
I cry sitting here on this ground,
I am in no specific type of town,
I am in my own mind,
Lost forever, bound frozen deep in time,
The clouds are red, just like the sky,
My eyes bleed dark red blood as I cry,
I have no hair
I have no cares,
Or motion,
My mind is trapped under its own erosion,
I grasp breath one more time,
And fall too swiftly to catch myself, I am not feeling
fine,
For all these emotions back inside my chest,
Makes me want to vomit out all the rest,
All of this hatred, these things in which I can’t
describe,
This pain that I can no longer hide,
Fuck this I can’t wait to die!
Posted: 2009-05-19 16:08:50 UTC

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2009-04-14 16:50:50Felicia
Ahhh .. I love your poetry. I just can't get enough ....you've gotten so so good. Its like our minds are some how connected. I love this new side of you, the leaf you turned over is so amazing.

2009-05-16 16:31:45Your Everlasting
Neither can I and I get where you are coming from completly.