you lay upon the floor, laying
outside the bloody coffin door,
rose fall at your feet,
sighing within defeat,
you ask yourself why,
why is is so hard to go on to try,
walking down the empty street,
along with your broken dreams,
your broken memories of you
and me.
that are so hard to go back and see,
everything has to happen to you and to
me.
we walk hand and hand, slowly walking
down the sand,
to join the rest of the band,
fragments of what used to be,
so many memories past by me,
the person I always thought I was supposed
to be.
now I am in the middle of nowhere,
wind flowing through my hair,
but where did you go?
it was just another ghost of you,
another fragment of my mind,
making me shatter inside,
you're so gone, moved on with your life,
while you left me bleeding on the inside.
with glass held in my hand,
I write you this poem,
blood runs down my wrists,
forming the scars that the words are
now stuck to my skin,
telling myself that the memories aren't
going to win,
I feel so broken,
not one single word spoken,
silence remains,
as my eyes beg for someone to
help me escape,
from this dreaded place that I now
call home.
death feels so close,
I can feel him breathing on my face,
as he tightenes up and seals up
my own twisted fate.
now I walk along this empty, long path,
as I now realize I am dead,
memories flows back to my head,
colors and visions flood my eyes,
as more tears spill out from the sky,
now I start to cry.
now I am back to where you once stopped,
outside the bloody coffin door,
sitting, crying on the floor,
fragments of my mind come back to life,
the bleeding, the beating of my heart,
only want me to rip it apart, as I finally
shut my eyes, kiss you goodnight,
the posin rushed through my veins,
and now,
I'm shattered.....
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