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The Fatal Wish
So many thoughts
Many days gone wrong
The is my constant
My everlasting song
I sometimes wish
That I had not been born
That I did not live
In this hate and scorn
There is only one way
To undo a life
So I ask myself
Should I pick up the knife?
If I did
Would they cry?
Would they know what caused
My death to be nigh?
Would they weep?
Would they rejoice?
Would they know t’was for them
That I made this choice?
Would they sigh
And say, “Oh well.
The girl is dead,
She’s gone to hell”?
I never shall know
I’m already dead
Trapped in a coffin
Of cruel life instead
No one hears
My desperate cries
My lungs aching
For the air outside
They never can know
The torture I felt
That with every shout
My courage would melt
I was trapped alone
In flesh and bone
Pain never shown
Etched eternally in stone
To this end
I fear I have come
Farewell my friends
My wish has come true.
 Rache des Blut · Sun Jan 21, 2007 @ 01:47am · 0 Comments |
