Last Second Request

sorry

Walking a mile like a stone.

Breathing in some dirt.

Dreaming of home.

While bleeding all over my blink shirt.

11:11 p.m.

Made a wish then.

Tick-tock tick-tock.

Another round of the old clock.

Found it hard to raise my arms.

It's fist are still swinging hard.

Calling in the measurments in the form of pictures.

Anxiety is the cure

The cure for anxiety.

Operator, operator.

Please don't put me on hold.

Please send some one to help me.

It's becoming so cold.

These veins feel so rusty.

I just got shot.

Shot out from a car crash.

I crashed into myself.

Saw myself in the mirrow.

So I pulled the triger.

But now I lay here.

On the cold city streat.

I feel the heat.

Of smashing a car into hell.

I think I fell.

From my ego as a skyscaper.

I've so much further.

You can never clip my wings.

But now these screams.

Turn to faint whispers.

 

 

 

 

Operator, operator.

Please help me.

Author's Note

go go rangers

Reviews

[jumbie's #1 fan]

How sad; jeez your so depressing! lol good poem