Undefined Love

by Sepia   Jul 9, 2008


The sun rises.
A dead feeling poisons the air.
Come and find me here. Murder me.
Life is not worth it.
I have learned to suffer but not to live.

I walk across the street.
Freezing air makes me shake.
It is summertime, but what does that mean?
I never want to see her again.
Please murder me.
I am weak, too weak for this fight called life.

I want to spend my time in solitude.
Lock me away from color;
Make my world grey.
Murder me; please murder me to release me from this self-invented hell.
I stop at the stairs;
Suddenly I feel tired, then there is nothing.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Dan

    Wow.. honestly that was wow. The emotion, the strength of the words just carried on and on. It had great flow as well. Great job

    -Dan