Coffin WaitingA Poem by Serena KayeRise of 10, Every forenoon, Dodging around the ones that love the, Pondering them with worries, Tragedy within ones eyes, Masked around as if everyday is a darkened masquerade ball, Twirling around ones thoughts of demise, Abandoning ones passion, Seeking for that compassion of another ones masked figure, Grave bound heart, Drunken slurs from forbidden secrets, Wine red lips of lies, Stone cold eyes that are sharp as daggers, Veins filled with acid of abhor, Dust filled lungs, Breathing out pathetic air, Decaying second after second, The coffin just waits, © 2013 Serena KayeAuthor's Note
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