I hide behind this suicide
I turn my back against the pain
I challenge them to look inside
If they can see beyond the rain
I dread the state of loneliness
I cry myself to sleep
I just long for your caress
Your promise you must keep
Your voice it whispers compromise
It cackles beyond belief
Soon, you’ll become something I despise
You’ll cease to be my relief
I walk up to the dismal gate
I stare at the distant scene
I think about this gloomy fate
It makes my face start to turn green
I stumble while climbing down the hill
I rip my black lace glove
I choke back my tears like jagged pills
As I come across a dead dove
The pitiful being looks so cold
Its icy gaze upon the sky
I look at it as the time unfolds
And all I can ask is why?
I stand upon a lonely grave
The wind blows and shakes the trees
I was one you could not save
I cry and slump to my knees
I place one hand upon the stone
I drop the rose to the dirt
I think of how you left me alone
Broken promises cause so much hurt
Your voice no longer whispers to me
It no longer sings its song
You and I were meant to be
I don’t know where it went wrong
I wander about this ramshackle town
People stare as if I were a disease
I keep my head high, though I’d like to put it down
People can think as they please
This town has changed so much
It’s hard to believe how it was
It’s lost all of its welcoming touch
It seems like it doesn’t affect me, but it does
With out you here beside me
People turn their heads
Ashamed of what they are forced to see
They must not realize that we all wind up dead
I walk down the main street of the city
I pass the restaurants and shops
I receive stares of what I know is unrepressed pity
They come from the familiar eyes of the local cops
I try to hide my look of sorrow
But it’s so hard to make it less obvious
I know people wonder if I'll be here tomorrow
I almost laugh at how people can be so oblivious
At times I wish the whole world was blind
So they could not see my tears
I know for a fact that I would not mind
If not even I could see my fears
I lay awake staring at the stars
Thinking of how things were before
I listen to the sounds of the far-off cars
Through my mind the thoughts of us soar
I close my eyes and listen to the night
It’s so peaceful deep within this yard
To most people this state of mind would cause fright
But to me its something I don’t like to disregard
I let the night take me over
Not caring what happens anymore
To my chest I hold a clover
This had become a frequent lore
 melancholy_vomit · Thu Nov 20, 2008 @ 11:01pm · 1 Comments |
