No Ones Left, by Loneliness is condescending
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Searching for untold answers
Out to find my way
My last prayer
Erasing my past
Sacrificing dreams of love
Answering you beckoning call
Your nothing to me
Thought you lead me home
Hating me for believing so
Adding to my self pity
Talking in my sleep
Waiting to be saved
Everyone has changed
Creeping in the shadows
Reading only my face value
Yelling in the quite
Ominously silent
Urging me to move
Reeking all that dear
Chasing my own ghosts
Hiding in the publics view
I give my tears to the night
Lacking self salvation
Death is my way out
Reality is drifting now
Earth is nothing but a memory
Needing. Wishing you to save me
So this is how it ends
Believing what you said
Laughing at my foolishness
Of course I knew nothing was forever
Opening the door to the world of plastic
Dreaming of your death
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Posted: 2005-11-02 04:24:19 UTC |
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2005-02-26 21:13:12 | perf3ct |
This is good, I like how it doesn't ryhme, everyone always ryhmes and it gets old. This is just so ... meaningful? lol I can't think of a good word. |
2006-03-29 18:27:42 | lost the lonely dead |
brings lots of questions to mind but none that i can hold on to long enough to ask, you were obviously feeling depressed, or maybe reflecting on it |