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dead on arrival.

please don’t let me go I’m afraid I will fall
I’m afraid that you won’t do much at all
I’m afraid that you’ll turn
upon my collision
I’m afraid that leaving was your only ambition.
my heart is pounding
there’s a pulse in my head
will it leave me too as soon as I’m dead?
will my thoughts still flow
and flicker in the sky
or will they stop breathing as my body lies
in this chasm
I can’t see at all
you could never fathom the impact of my fall
it poisons my soul
it pollutes my mind but somewhere
I knew you would leave me behind
I knew it I knew it
I still don’t know
how your heart remains beating when you let your soul go?



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