Not living, but still alive

 

 

 †The Evanescent screams†

† Not living, but still alive   †

 

 

My black backpack is filled with memories,

 

As I walk down this lonely and dark streets.

 

With only screaming tears to feed,

 

And pillow of broken dreams.

 

 

 

Under this shouting rain I stand,

 

To hear its sound as it hit my bruised skin.

 

I have no other place to go,

 

But I also can not stay here all along.

 

 

 

I’m not lost; I’m just all alone,

 

I won’t cry, I won’t give up, I can’t go back home.

 

Under this dark sky I know I’m no longer naïve,

 

I’m not living at all, but I’m still alive.

 

Reviews

[Elanra]

hmmmm... its somehow a rather different than your other work... I liked it, really a lot. Its as intense and striking as ever but something is missing...... i read three times now...

the rhymes are awesome again, they way you make it look sooo easy is just making me envy..

hmmmmm... i dont know what it is.. its something in the second canto ... or maybe just the last lines of the first and the second canto.

But overall, a great work again! ^_^

[Lola Nation]

where to go

[LlamaLord]

You use description in this piece and it sounds great! A really great write. The first line had me tuned in mainly, because I love when a piece starts off with imagery. Thanks for the read :)

-Austin

[deeps]

This is sull of powerful emotion here, I like this write. This is a very well write.

[Midnight Dreams]

I am not living at all but I am still alive. painful words which come up when we visit a place after a time gap, which is full of old memories............ with only screaming tears to feed............I can see you walking through those streets