I died of loneliness
Yet I grave walk amongst the dread
Feeling the coldness of this mourning
Inside the paradox of a fortress built maze
Known as my head
Why do you wear this mask?
Why do you hide from me?
Yet, You gave me the key to your communication
Only to never answer the call
I died again
From those festering rings
The familiarity that plagues this mind
In the emptiness of wondering
Why Ghosts expire
Why, Why this again?
What did I ever do wrong?
Just wanted to heal from your voice
Now these ears deafen to the void
That comes chastising through
Oh the things I would of said
The things I would have done
Yet here we are in a time
Where romance, love is being raped
Becoming obsolete for those worthy
Of fighting for it
So why does this not surprise me anymore?
Love is dead, Love is fucking itself dead
Love is dead
Love is now a necrophilia
To frown upon
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/6/11
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment