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Wednesday, May 10, 2006


Listening to a song...
...feel like tears...I’ll die running away...I'm on the verge of crying.
< I’m not going to write a stupid poem
In which head, dead, hope, and cope
Seem to be the only rhyming words
I wont do it this is my suicide poem
Not a crappy teenagers dictionary/thesaurus >

It’s as if the dark has left me
It’s as if it brings no fear or safety
I’ve lost my friend the one I’ve hated
Oh so long

We cope and think and plan away the day
Wishing for an equivalent to our crazy dreams
I bend my legs under me reaching with closed fist
The sky darkens, I wish…I’d never say goodbye

It’s as though the rain beats inside
It’s as though the notes become my violin
I’m not drowning, the down pore comes
Take a breath

My pencil breaks, the shavings twist and turn
I sharpen up my life to that one point
Take into me my fading hopes and faithless sighs
My eyes meet the sun the storm is breaking

It’s as long as the storm retreats there is sun
It’s as long as the rose wilts it will end
Happiness will shine once again
Still I say goodbye

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