For you

   I wake up thrashing, fighting for my life
For in this sea of sadness I am drowning
   Drowning in the affection that fades each day
Though if you only asked, for me to cease my struggle

I would...
I would die for you
  

   For emptiness is the template of my existence
A hollow shell filled with words, a dying soul filled with guilt
   I am a prisoner in a cage of my own making
Though if you asked for me to stay, stay my breath as I lay me to sleep

I would... happily

I would die for you

 

   These words are like a cancer- eating me from within

If I don't release, the torment begins

 To strip me away, until nothing remains

But ashes and glass, the sickness of memory

And the fact that I would...

I would die for you.

Author's Note

How deep doth this sickness run?

Reviews

[Bellamorte]

I like the emotion in this poem. The message is rather deep. Dark and haunting.

[Loribeth215]

This runs deep and reads well.....! I love it. Will this be an entry in the "I would die for You" conteset, because it sure should be!!!!! :) Kudos again.

[Charlène Boutin]

There are no words I know of that could describe how I felt when I read this. I got lost in all of the emotion there was in this piece of writing. Very deep indeed. I'll never get used to your genius of litterature.

[Liliana]

That was beautiful... wonderfully written and pleasantly portrayed in all it's anguish and sincerity.
-Cat

[Kloud_Nine]

this sickness runeth deep indeed, so does the poem - it was deep, not sea deep but deep enough for me to drown in. so now my lungs are filled with this celestial water poured from the pitcher of passion. thanx for the read.