Civil war

by Mild insomnia   Nov 2, 2004



I sit rocking back and forth,
Wondering when and where I went wrong,
Staring into space,
Searching for an exit from this place.

Fighting back the tears,
That I've been choking on since I got here,
Slicing at my skin,
Wondering just what lies deep within.

And my head's on the verge of it's self-destruction,
My will power on it's steady reduction,
And you've got my heart like a hand grenade,
I'll have to sit here and wait...

Like a riffle at my chest,
The answers in my mind slowly confess,
The sirens fill the skies,
Each peircing tone a note to analise.

Pick up my feet, march on,
The officer of my division now gone,
No one there to dictate,
Wish someone would just tell me how to behave.

Send out an SOS, I'm in distress,
The flares light up in the depths of nothingness,
Only the corpses and blood can hear me,
A silent retreat - defeat...

Watch me, wave a white flag,
Surrender, the first time, and it's my last,
No ammunition left,
Just a vortex of painful, lengthy deaths.

My soul's at civil war, a one girl army,
And it's gonna fight until it's bloody killed me,
I abandon this combat upon my life and heart,
To let my conscience rip me apart...

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  • 18 years ago

    by ShaeBaeBae

    Cool, but i think that you are holding back! i know that there is something a bit more deep in there. it took me a while to find mine though! good job!