Wacthing It all Crumble.
By:James David Coomes.
As a mind thinks,
It relizes,
How it's host has been treated.
A heart,
So warm and kind,
Now cold as ice.
With the blade..
I'll slice,
The essences to live,
Wacthing the blood,
Drip before me,
Wacthing the esseneces of my life,
Slip away slowly.
Walking away slowly,
From all the ruins,
From everything,
I created,
For my happiness,
Yet,
It never brought it.
Only pain and sorrow.
I was able to be craddled,
From the darkness,
But now,
I have drifted,
My soul has started to scream,
For the ones,
I have betrayed.
I will never ask,
To be forgiven,
Because,
What I have done,
I can never be forgiven for.
All the angel's tears,
Fallen before me,
Looking to the darkened sky,
Looking at the lost souls,
The souls,
That once lead me through this darkened path.
With a lowered head,
A heart,
Made of Ice,
Tears,
That were never ment to fall,
Shall fall.
Off into the darkness,
Where I belong,
Off to where,
The darkness,
Craddles me so closely,
Bringing me more pain,
Then I could ever take,
Wilting from the inside, out.
Like a rose,
Never to feel the touch of daylight again.
Lost within my own mind,
Trapped with the sorrow.
I bid you farewell,
Leaving my blood behind,
As an appolgly.
Never to be seen agian.
Just a rose,
Wilted in the garden of darkness,
Covored in ice,
No longer there..
No longer alive...
No longer able to feel.
Now...and....Forever,
I shall be wilting,
For the way,
I have treated many.
The hatred towards me,
Is what I deserve.
I deserve,
Every single peice of it,
I was the one,
They were meant to hate..
With all due respect..
I shall bid you farewell,
And pray,
That all the pain,
That I've brought,
To Dissappear.
And That,
I Become just an Image,
In the ruins,
Of the Happiness,
I created.
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They thought they could destroy me.
They though my soul was going to waste away.
Now...I return.
'Sano Nightsky.
They though my soul was going to waste away.
Now...I return.
'Sano Nightsky.