![]() 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 Author![]() Night 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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