the longest. the last poem.
Slowly drinking in the mountain air Smelling the lilies Hearing the howls of wild wolves Wishing to stay forever
Waking up crying Not wanting to leave Can't get through a night Without seeing the paradise
Paradise...ha! No such thing Nothing's perfect Actually, quite the opposite
Going over the edge Sharp blade Cold metal against colder skin Time to go
No time to wake Ever again Paradise found In Heaven
Rushed on the wings of hope Crushed by the heart of death Wish to be let in To paradise once again
Dropped by Hell's devils Into worlds unlike ours Living up to the dead below No longer paradise
Sirens blare Cries wail Blood drips Love dies
Paradise found Not with us And this time She doesn't wake up
The_Emo Kare-Bare · Sun Dec 02, 2007 @ 04:50am · 0 Comments |