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Left here, forgotten
By myself, on my own,
I am lost in the silence,
Of my wounded soul...
I don't know...
How this came to be,
I am alone on the darkness!
It is my reality!
The beating of my heart,
Is the only sound
You can't leave me here alone,
Because, I know I will drown
I'm fading...
Becoming...
Less than me...
Lying, in a room
With four stark walls
And I would hit the floor,
But there is nowhere for me to fall
One door, it taunts me,
I know there is no escape
Surrender, the only option,
The one I refuse to take!
The beating of my heart,
Is the only sound
You can't leave me here alone,
Because, I know I will drown
I'm fading...
Becoming...
Less than me...
A shadow...
Of who I once was..
Like my body...
Memories have turned to dust...
Wounded...painfully...
A voice raised...in silent screaming...
And each wound makes me...
Less than me!
The beating of my heart,
Is the only sound
You can't leave me here alone,
Because, I know I will drown!
I'm fading!
Becoming!
Less than me!
But you are never with me...
And that's why you don't see...
jlp February 5, 2009
By myself, on my own,
I am lost in the silence,
Of my wounded soul...
I don't know...
How this came to be,
I am alone on the darkness!
It is my reality!
The beating of my heart,
Is the only sound
You can't leave me here alone,
Because, I know I will drown
I'm fading...
Becoming...
Less than me...
Lying, in a room
With four stark walls
And I would hit the floor,
But there is nowhere for me to fall
One door, it taunts me,
I know there is no escape
Surrender, the only option,
The one I refuse to take!
The beating of my heart,
Is the only sound
You can't leave me here alone,
Because, I know I will drown
I'm fading...
Becoming...
Less than me...
A shadow...
Of who I once was..
Like my body...
Memories have turned to dust...
Wounded...painfully...
A voice raised...in silent screaming...
And each wound makes me...
Less than me!
The beating of my heart,
Is the only sound
You can't leave me here alone,
Because, I know I will drown!
I'm fading!
Becoming!
Less than me!
But you are never with me...
And that's why you don't see...
jlp February 5, 2009
Literature
deep inside there is even less
"It is like walking on a cloud, except that it is easier to fall down."
They call you an angel, your frail wings weighted down by the dust of your uselessness, but I know that by the kaleidoscope pressed to your chest, past your constricted lungs, and your crumbling bones, that you have a heart.
One that only an angel, like you are, could not only hold; but withstand. Withstand the reasons that love's hands reach higher to the skies (to the stars, away, and away-farther and farther), and it's mourning songs. The ones only your ears can hear. The songs that make love so miserable.
Literature
Go Ahead
Go ahead.
Pretend like you know me.
Say whatever you like.
Spit on me when you leave.
Doesn't bother me one bit.
You get so frustrated because your words don't hurt.
They don't get any response from me.
You wanna know why?
Well I'll tell you bitch.
You don't know me.
So I could care less what you think of me.
Or what you say to me for that matter.
I know for fact your a terrble person.
If your doing this to me,
I'd hate to see what you do to people you actually know.
And you wanna know why I'm not fighting bad?
Because I don't have to.
I don't need to bring other people down to feel better.
I can just be me.
People like me
Literature
my broken angel
my angel sits on the clouds with broken
hearts on his mind and stitches on his lips.
his wings are rusty and all he can do is watch
the masses as they sin and pray. sin and pray.
a repeated, mechanical function that stings like pinpricks.
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Sounds like an Evanescence song... which makes it wonderful, because I love her very much.