As the acoustic guitar plays,
You lay in the darkness that consumed your soul...
The sharp, shallow intake of air.
my last few moments sting...
I don't get looked at anymore
my shoulder still catches your tears...
Its not a poem...
Hey (insert name here when i decide who actually...
Black Devil tears fall dew on the morning's grass,
Giving re-growth to the misery that gave last...
They spoke of tortured souls,
So outrageous the devils toll...
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the dark lord my soul to keep...
This is my plea, this is my story.
never good enough, never worth glory...
The darkness slowly moves in...
do you feel it...
The blunt edge rips the rough paper
Angry blotches and smudges of blood...
This is another poem i wrote about the Holocaust...
What happens when you're all alone...
I wish I could remember,
Before we were together...