My Song of Death in Poetry

  • July 27, 2018, 2:56 p.m.
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My angels
Began my Song of Death
Playing the violin
While I drift through space
Unknown to the existence
Of both my beginning and end

As I float
Among the stars
I wonder why
The world
Is just a story of
Written lies
I wonder why
You disguise your eyes
Afraid to visualize
The decaying truth
Slipping away from your sight

I’m so cold and numb
My pain
Has been erased
From a heart that
Bleeds for free
I’ve come so far
For too long
To let myself
Lose the person
I have become

My angels
Sing the sorrows of my life
Please mend this dying heart
I know someone cares
In a cold heartless world
And just maybe
You can help me
Become a god
Dancing with the stars

I can finally see that
The Earth was never mine
I can finally understand
The power of the hidden lies
I just wish I had a love that
Never died I just wish
I Could smell a rose
One last time
But I’m the life
You could never see
Or Imagine to be

You never realize
How alone you really are
Until you see your tears
Freeze and crystallize
By the arctic winds
Of outer space
And
There is no one there
To hold you
And take away
All this pain

My angels
Begin my Song of Death
Just one last time
And
TELL ME
HOW I END


Last updated October 10, 2018


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