If Only We SingA Poem by Gaige
Another heavy dose of cyanide
Head filled with butterflies and empty space Losing myself in the clouds On the edge of a God complex Luckily I'm too lazy to find the truth The top starts its spin and ends pointing at you Searching for the loss we'd never find Look down on such a small world Grind and writhe to a beat noiseless and sublime Prophets preaching words unspoken, blind Walls closing in; too boxed in to think outside the box Trying to contemplate my universe this one last time Prepare for the fall you've dreamed of That delightful nightmare that doesn't end Sleeping soundly and cold six feet down Cadence in the silence Putting burdens aside In bleak blackness nothing matters but the end Ask yourself some perplexing questions Quickly now your consciousness is caving in Was your journey worth it? Did you win the mortal race? Because the finish line you steadily ran to Happens to be a breathless grave All that remains of your world A worn grave bearing your forgotten name One day all that is left is everything that is gone No remorse for the buried For the dead sing no song
© 2011 GaigeAuthor's Note
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