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by SupaNova   Apr 25, 2006


Blood spills onto the vacant floor
Searing pain from a twisted blade seeps through the skin
I watch for someone to walk through the door
As I fear ill be caught, or is it in fact I want to be stopped?

Is it me I speak of?
Or do I speak for all?
Perhaps I’m being turned
Maybe I’ve lost all hope

To many false statements
To many deadly secrets
Worried about living
Scared of when I die

Love has manifested itself for so long
I deny my right still, hanging for so long
Resentment for those I love
Jealous of those I hate
I leave every pitiful person in my wake

Lust tears love greed
A feeling of need
For you to be in my arms
For you to step into my life

All I've known has been a lie
The strength I once had
The source has disappeared
And I stand alone, no longer able to fly

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  • 18 years ago

    by Ash

    I know the feeling.................