I have become of
countless heartache,
a wretched pain,
that which shall leave
a dreaded stain
upon the blood-soaked sands,
and washed away,
by a mother’s tears,
an earthly rain.
I stood alongside
the pleasant shoreline,
waiting for her
warmth to return,
though I could only see
no more of the sky
than I did of her.
And as I yearn
for her return,
I then burn my
horrid life away,
day after dreadful day,
and into
an endless fray,
I pray for her stay,
before she forever drifts away.
Though, it is much too late,
as she is gone now
more than ever,
which leaves me with
no longer
the will to live.
I can neither as well give,
for then I shall
take this blunted knife,
and follow her,
whilst ending my own life,
and finding myself once again,
in an endless
forever.
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