For a year I experinced heaven on Earth,
Now my life is a living hell,
On the wishing star I use to gaze,
But from my sight that star has fell.
A hollow chest from which i breathe,
My every painful breath,
dead memories that clog my heart,
till I'm begging for my death.
Each day the sun awakes my soul,
but yet I see no light,
my world so dark and cold right now,
too weak and old to fight.
My ravished body full of scars,
shattered dreams that pierce my skin,
feeling like a thousand knifes,
protruding from within.
No Angel here to help me,
I'm feeling so alone,
The fire raging all around me,
Till there's nothing left but bone
What life is this I now call mine,
my mirror friend is gone,
replaced by an evil laughing clown,
that says to grab a gun
End it all you stupid man,
I knew you wouldn't last,
You pathetic useless piece of shit,
Your living in the past.
All my love hath turned to hate,
all smiles have disappeared,
all burning love I use to have,
now just leaves me seared.
Death I hear you calling now,
I'm not too far away,
So close that I can taste you,
but today is not the day.
For I have made this prison,
And i can tear it down,
I have jumped off overboard,
but i refuse to drown.
I will do this on my own,
the past was just a phase,
I hold firm my faith in God,
that i will find some better days.
So demons bring your very best,
I have only begun to fight,
You may give me hell on Earth,
But I will make it through the night.
Another day, another war,
Another pretty face,
Another birth, another death,
Another Amazing Grace.
Another wound upon my heart,
That almost bled me dry,
But somewhere within I mend it shut,
It's not my day to die! ! ! ! !
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
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by: Little King of Sorrows
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