Better Off Gone
my locked chains not letting me free
my days are numbered
i am dying
i am falling yet again
desires have me crawling so bad
miseries, my only company
promising words left unsaid
i have deceased to be just an empty page
memories tangled up in my head
my empty soul cries
its pleads to be free from such agony
my horrific self damage
a vile thought kisses me
i bite my tongue in vain
refusing the moralistic thought
i am tearing myself down
i stand in the pouring rain
my body growing numb
the pain making me feel dead
i am better off gone
2006-08-19
14:50:36
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