Real

-Don’t want to be a slave,

But I’m possessed 

By the nearing, darkening grave-

I’m such a mess.

-Can’t be set free,

For I’m no longer my own;

Death as far as the eye can see,

Nothing but gray headstones.

-Know better than to even try,

For attempt brings about promise,

Vain as life rushes by

And ends with a betraying kiss. 

-Want to live in serenity,

-Want to be on my own;

-Want to leave all enmity

And find a place to call home. 

-Just want to live and feel,

-Just want to be happy;

-Just want to know this is real-

I just want to be me. 

Reviews

[Bluefire]

Amazing write, also lyrical to me, well done!