***this is the basic blue print for this poem...
I feel dead...
Here I am, not there anymore, not in that place...
Through the darking woods i go,
to see the dark trees fade around me...
I hate this place
I want out of here...
See the sun shine
Down in the night...
Drowning in a puddle of blood. All of it was said...
I have never thought, my life could be so cold. so...
They all died in the fire, onto the broken...
Underneath the vultures wing. They cry to wish...
Dark thoughts is all i can believe ,
trying to suceed , without relief...
I see no light,
in this dream that I'm in...
I am the unknown void
Or so some people say...
Never satisfied
sucking air...
I look around to see...