The Last One AloneA Poem by Night EdgeDigging up the graves
To find the bodies underneath Five dollars a shovel The man earns his keep Where are we And where are you It's dark but I can't go yet I can't go Chorus Left on the lights Is somebody home What's wrong Loves gone Chairs in the stairwell And ropes on the wall I cry and I lie Don't say no Please don't go I don't want to be I don't want to be I don't want to be The last one alone It's almost as good As the next to last thing You reap what you sow And you get what you bring I can't see And I can't breathe It's dark but I'm not done here I'm not done Chorus Chairs in the stairwell And ropes on the wall I can't guarantee I'm the last one to fall All of my nightmares And all of my dreams It's dark But I can't fall asleep Chorus Digging up the graves To find the bodies underneath It's dark But I'm the last one Alone © 2010 Night EdgeReviews
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Added on May 13, 2010Last Updated on May 13, 2010 AuthorNight EdgePortland, ORAboutNight Edge is my superhero name. Don't ask. I'm quite confident in my awesomeness although some people might disagree. I enjoy writing. It's my life blood. I'm not shy about anything. But I'm almo.. more..Writing
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