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The rain taps on the coffin
and it draws me to my grave
but as i can remember i have always misbehaved
and in my eyes the tears that swell
are mixed with morbid rain
so that they hide my pain
and instead of blood my heart pumps anger through my veins
the grave, again is far too deep
although it calls me, "Come, love sleep."
i only turn it into rage
while i wish to skip this pag,--
no this chapter of my life
skip to where i feel alive
but wishes are only false hopes
for now all i do is mope.
mope until i cannot breathe
mope until you will beleive
all those times i did not lie
and hope, beyond all hopes that i make it out alive
atleast it's worth a try
- by Philosophy Kill |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/22/2010 |
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- Title: self burial
- Artist: Philosophy Kill
- Description: well i was really depressed when i wrote it, i suppose it's okay, not one of my best works though
- Date: 05/22/2010
- Tags: self burial
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Comments (2 Comments)
- sparky104 - 01/24/2011
- i liked it and i really like the title
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- snoopygirl36 - 05/24/2010
- this is a good poem, a couple minor errors. I was a little confused for some of it, but its good to have readers confused because it gets them to ponder about it. i really enjoyed it tho! bravo! smile
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