A Hymn For Him (My Requiem)A Poem by Daimonick KoivistoI slide by - open up the door The sight of you has me questioning ever more Eyes closed sitting short of breath The cold air chilled with a slight of death
No one can understand the ways that I feel Scars on my memories that'll never heal Your hourglass drops its final grain You left me here in so much pain
My memories of you stored in the back of my mind Waiting for me to one day find Protected by the demons of days once past Got me questioning how much longer will I last
Surrounded by others but I'm still only lonely Hiding away don't leave me alone with me These blades shine my name I'm cutting into their game
There's no escaping this inner sadness My sanity slowly slipping away into the growing madness And I still feel one day I'll wake up from this dream And I'll find you breathing the way it's suppose to seem
But I know you're gone and never coming back You're finally at peace now that your heart went to attack Put together for you a bundle of sticks To celebrate your final deep six
A decades gone Bringing forth a new dawn But I still stay away from the inner violence Hearing your voice through the passing silence
These memories of you keep haunting me As the demons tease and keep taunting me I've dealt with the fact that you left me before I could understand But it pains me how you left me with nothing but a memory of how to be a man
I look up to the skies And gently close my eyes To see you smiling down from up above Are you happy now that you're with the ones you love I'll write all my pains to you Give all my thanks to you Until that one day when we finally meet again I can be worry free like before the stress could begin
Now and then I see your twinkling eyes staring down on me I stare back and smiling at those twinkling stars I see To know that you'll always be here And I'll always remember you're here © 2013 Daimonick Koivisto |
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Added on April 21, 2013 Last Updated on April 21, 2013 AuthorDaimonick KoivistoPhoenix, AZAboutI am Daimon (pronounced Day-mun) Nick I am the words that form on paper and the images created by a pencil and ink. I am here to get my writing read not to become famous but to be known as a writer.. more..Writing
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