Shattered Image in These Mirrors of Life

the man is wanting to die but cant do it however hard he trys

He is giving up

He is caving in

He has given this revolver

One last spin

He see himself in this mirror

The self he tried to make them hear

 

Gun to his head

He can here it scream

Can you really make it that easy

So he turned the gun upon himself

He would fire once

Shattering his image

in these mirrors called life

Shattering what was

But leaving behind

The shattered image of this man

Staring with deaths eyes

 

He looked upon the broken glass

To see a boy

Wishing it was the last act

As he stared into his dead eyes

He asked why,

Why is it all tumbling down

Why wont they listen

To my pleas

For them to save this life

To free me from this hell

This hell they call life

 

He has told them all

In his mind no one cares…

 

He has given up on life

Has lost his desire

His hopes

His dreams

His longing for life

Just one cold motivation remains

To be ripped from this world

And thrown to the sky

 

He is weary now

The beast is growling

For he hasn’t eaten for days

Dieing of starvation and thirst

His mouth like a desert

Drying and cracking

The only thing keeping him alive

Is this poison we breathe

Which is the cause of all life

 

He has no free will

Stuck here in life

While all his friends

Are enjoying their jollies

Their booze

Their drug

Their f*****g party

He is stuck here

Barricaded in this room

Waiting to die

Starving himself

To cheat his way out of life

 

He is chained by these shackles

The shackles of life

Desperately looking for this key

That will ascend him out of life

Opening the door to a better way of life

Author's Note

i hate this peice how bout you?

Reviews

[HorrorMaster]

I thought it was good. It seem like song.

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

well i like this piece. its really good