My Sick Symphony

My Sick Symphony

A Poem by cyanide&cellophane

You got me tightly, wrapped in your embrace, I think it's time to let me go, I wish that you would go away. 
You're so childish, always playing games, you're always playing hide and seek and seek to hide away my days. 
I guess the bravest, never reach their graves, you ripped apart her lungs, and left me breathing shallow hate
You're so ugly, poking holes in brothers, sons, mothers, lovers, daughters, chasing one after the other
You're a bother, I hold you captive in my smoke, if only you could ever speak, I think you're voice'd be made of stone
You make time slip, right through the cracks of my, always passing by, your just like sand in my grip, always leaving things behind. 
Like your messes, it's messed up, depression and I'm fed up. You can't cut the power lines, my cities made of stolen time. 
You are awake, please tell me your awake, my cities falling down around me, and I'm left inside it's wake.
Earth quakes, tsunami hurricanes, you've got me wrapped inside your arms and I don't want to float away
Float away, let's just float away, you've got my bed of oaken slumber, and I have a very shallow grave
You are awake, please tell me you're awake, I am drowning in this debt that never seems to go away.
You are awake, please tell me you're awake,  I am nothing but these words telling this plague to go away.
You are awake, please tell me you're awake, I am this plague, I am this plague.

© 2015 cyanide&cellophane


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

70 Views
Added on October 24, 2015
Last Updated on October 24, 2015
Tags: disease