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Blackened wings carry me no further
A heart, heavy, that weighs like lead
Air is rushing past my face as I am…
Falling ever downward, and soon I will be dead
Reaching fingers to try and hold on to
All I left behind. I watch black feathers fly
Upwards, past me. Everything is past me.
My eyes fill up but even now I cannot cry.
This never ending descent, this end and this beginning
Torturing me, parading past my sightless eyes
All my wrongs and all my sins. Out of everyone
I hate it is me, myself, I most despise.
Horror cannot explain exactly how this feels
Like a mother’s blows on baffled child’s head
Or like running into a thick brick wall
Anger sated, hunger fed.
Below me, now, I see the ground
Rushing quickly, rising faster
Sharp pain, agony that may never end
Red roses on concrete mourn the passing of disaster.
Cold arms embrace me, warm and inviting
I sink wearily into a feather bed, in the end, at last
And as darkness envelops me completely I find
I had a future, but I lost it to my past.
- by Aitrys Caiem |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/13/2008 |
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