Drop to dead

by Black Heart Still Beating   Sep 1, 2009


Tears run,
out of control
out of your contained soul

You run out of the room
no one deserves to see you sad
just looking at them makes you mad

The door slams
what a sound
you feel as if your heart is bound

You hit your bed
with such a force,
It seems to rock, back and forth

The shattered sound escapes your lips
With a taste of sadness
you drop into an obis

The sobs explode
like a bomb
they go over your eternal song

With a sadness you seem to implode
The fears run wild
tho they seem mild

Now every one turns away
you know you'll return to earth another way
so you step off the ledge..

You seem to fly
the wind hits your face
its like a mothers cold embrace

So you smile to yourself
you don't even notice when you reach the end
for you think of the pavement as a friend.

This was your drop to dead

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