Another day spent keeping you from my mind
It hard to catch up after you've fallen behind
This world is beginning to close
But even in the nothingness,
your perfection eternally flows
The bullet's already lodged in my head
I'm just waiting for the shot to leave me dead
As the end begins to be drawn
I look forward to finally being gone
I've dwelled in this world for far too long
It's finally time to write my swan song
One last message to a world that could never see,
you have never been what you should be
I look forward to death's embrace
I'm finally done with this pain-filled place
Today...
I am gone
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My poetic outlet
I think I'm gunna use this 100% for poetry. My poems typically suck, but I like using them to help explain to myself how I'm feeling
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"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society."