The piter-patter of rain
Reflects off the silhouette shingled roof...
Pushed down, shoved aside
Gasping, bubbling...
And slowly came Death
Like sap dripping down bark...
Far away lies the truth,
the truth I desire and dread...
Hark ye, into the slumber deep
Dark angel of the dreary night...
The tears that you don't see.. ARE REAL.
One simple request...
Chaos, destruction, war
Its upon us all...
It feels like I'm undergoing
open heart surgery...
As the darkness clouds my mind
and demons stalk me from behind...
I take another step forward,
Making my way out of the dark abyss...
{this poem means a lot to me. its the dream, well...
Everything had been going great...
Death....
Is a last resort...