the memory that will be meA Poem by terrapoemI sit alone. my heart cracks, darkness blares, and death laugh.
The worlds briteness is a knife to me and it makes me weak at the keens. I will soon be but a memory.
I sit alone and try to get them to love me .
I sit alone and cry.
I sit alone and try to get them to love me.
I sit alone and ask why.
My pain is like dirt they are thoring on my grave this body can not be saved.
I sit alone and try to get them to love me.
I sit alone and crave alot of time its for the grave.
The dirt is whaing me down and my masks will not buy time.
I hear the chatter of the bugs its they alone that will feast on me.
I sit alone and try to get them to love me.
I sit alone in the darkness that was lift for me.
i sit alone and try to get them to noesies me but when i am not there i allways seem to disapear.
i sit alone and lisen to what i here.
i sit alone and try so herd not to disapear.
when the dirt hits my face i starts to erace.
what will be lift of me when i starts to become that memory?
by terra chadd
© 2014 terra |
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Added on November 15, 2014 Last Updated on November 15, 2014 |