I know that's the Conscious calling us,
Seeking us to feed from love.
We take back what we gave.
We take back what we gave, to Them.
My lungs are crushed; my heart is dust.
My skin turns blue; my brain is stew.
This memory will kill me, please turn it off.
It's only half the pain.
'It's nearly not enough, ' I say.
'Hello, ' to Them.
'Goodbye, ' to you.
I will never make it through.
Ignore the sounds and the signs,
as I embrace their 'never minds.'
It's only truth, and that's a lie.
Hold me down, as I try to fight.
I cannot swallow; my bones are hollow.
My eyes are dry; blocked off from sight.
The lights will kill us, please turn them off.
It's only half my pain.
'It's clearly all I want, ' I say.
'Hello, ' to Them.
'Goodbye, ' to you.
I won't ever make it through.
Ignore the howls and the cries,
as I embrace you one last time.
They destroy and that's no lie.
Hold me close as I wait to die.
And I can hear Them calling us,
Seeking us to feast on love.
Don't take back what you gave.
They'll take it all back, from you, today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadly for all of us their is always the Them It is how strong we are to deal with this. And we all know that strength is not hard to find, it's just closing a few doors, thank you Shalyn and keep up the great writing.