Kill me now
I no longer want tomorrow
all the buzzing in my head
telling me to go to sleep
Wake me up
open life and all its sorrow
laying softly in my tear
as I fall and as I weep
Close your eyes
kill the lights and kill my sorrow
in the darkness I become
all the pain that you left me...
the fire burns not five feet away,
and yet I know I have to stay,
to leave me here to scream and burn,
to trap me in this ungodly urn,
my grateful death caused by such pain,
to rise again in Phoenix's flame...
darkness in the brightest light,
only proved that I was right,
flashes glare and bullets fly,
when the bombs go off we all die,
it's not the end or so I'm told,
just as long as there's someone to hold....
The mask I wear keeps me from fear,
the fear of what I am to be or already become,
I fall into the depth of my own thoughts,
as I glance to the future,
my only escape...
Drifting, dropping, looking neat
Crunching beneath my two feet
Leaves of Orange then shades and hues
Leaving only some proud few
Hanging on branches high
Closer to the autumn sky
Cool breezes blow everywhere
Trough fences, between your hair
Curling up with a good book
Giving football sweet ...
Researchers’ log
Unusual circumstances caused a chain of events to unfold during a man’s imprisonment. Vital recording devises have been put in place to examine the progress and overall result of the subject.
Day 1
“Where am I, w…what is this chain,” the man shouted upon waking in the...
Burning up
“If I could stop for one moment and tell you a story would you listen?” His words rung out to me as the blade of his knife gleamed in the light of the full moon. I could just make out his mask as a light breeze carried the fresh nights air through branches of the tree behind him ruff...
The dance of death lingers near,
Whispering in your ear,
Pulling slightly at your leg,
Sharping deaths old blade,
Digging through the cold wet ground,
Sneaking up without a sound,
Piling on the dirt,
Making every moment hurt....
Stuck in darkness grasp,
The laughter fades,
I reach for the light as it dances just out of reach,
Water rushes to my eyes,
I wish it was I who had died....
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