Song of a lost soul

by pale angel   Feb 15, 2006


In this darken state
of a life that must be lived
angels take my soul
and all that i have to give

take this blood
as it leaves my veins
take my breath
the very last one that leaves

i shall lay upon the floor
waiting to be no more
let me not be found
i only want to live in memory

take this blood
as it leaves my veins
take my breath
the very last one that leaves

my breath is shallow now
I'm feeling weak
i try to speak out
but only whispers come

take this blood
as it leaves my veins
take my breath
the very last one that leaves

i close my eyes
this is the end
i welcome my death
good bye to all

take this blood
as it leaves my veins
take my breath
the very last one that leaves

let me lay upon this floor forever
my body rest and be no more
for my flesh to melt away
all that left may it be my bones

take this blood
as it leaves my veins
take my breath
the very last one that leaves

let me enter in to a void
a void of last and hopeless
take me an let
me never found

take this blood
the last drop i don't need now
take my breath
let is all escape no longer of me

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  • 18 years ago

    by FASHIONISTA

    This is a very good poem! It is very dark and depressing thoughD= It really expresses strong emotions!

    vanessa.xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Clown

    STOP CUTTING YOURSELF!!!!! JFC THATS F-ING STUPID!!! GDI NO MORE CUTTING!!!!! NOTHING, AND I MEAN NOTHING IS WORTH HURTING YOURSELF OVER!!!! I know you feel small, weak, and unimportant, I know the feeling, but on the contrary, when people treat you like sh-t its only cuz theyre jealous of you. to cut yourself is giving in to a society of ignorance from which your only escape is suiside, and trust me, there is a hell, its not a nice place and i would rather suffer the life Im living then to go back. Im not preaching, god still sucks, no doupt about that, but suiside leads to hell, and its not a fun experance. cheak out my 20 Minutes In Hell story, it tells you only a fraction of what happened wile I was dead, before the shocks brought me back.

  • 18 years ago

    by Switchblade89

    Wow...very intense poem...I like it.