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Title: Death


nika613 - September 23, 2006 04:17 AM (GMT)
I bet when you saw me that you never thought
That deep inside of me, a horror I fought
That every time I closed my eyes
The horror would grip me, forever tight
That every time I see myself in the mirror
I seem blurred, and I can't make myself clearer
That sometimes I just can't control
The deep hole inside my soul
That I sometimes cry myself to sleep
Because I find myself in too deep.
That those bags underneath my eyes
Are holders of all the lies
I bet that when you saw me you really didn't think
That my happy smile, my laugh was all a trick
That my confident air and my strut like walk
My smiling eyes, my chattery talk
Was all a game a piece of pretend
Not something real, not something I am
So next time you see me I bet you still never wonder
Why I'm not here, why I roll with the thunder
Why I run with the wind, and crash with the waves
Why I sit on the rocks, why I'm the ground's slave
And I bet you still never think exactly what
The horror is that I fought

gossipgirl - September 27, 2006 07:44 AM (GMT)
wow, cliched subject but you make it all your own along with your really amazinggg rhyming skills like i said before lol




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