This is my book of poetry that I hope to eventually publish with photos. |
Sitting among these dying souls, Dreaming of you in lifeless eternity, Staring with sightless holes, Dying along with these souls is a certainty. Wipe the tears from your eyes, Pretend as though you never cried, Reality holds you, unable to cut the ties, Imagine how it'd be if I'd never died. Churning in the filth of my mind, Wondering if you miss me at all, Seeking everything with nothing to find, Would you answer if you heard my call? I'm sorry if you can't understand me, As you breathe, living on alone, It is strange for I can no longer see, Lying here among the dying, upon a stone. When you told me you loved me that day, Did you mean it or were you lying? Is it possible that in some horrid way, You knew before I did that I was dying? Saying good-bye was not painful for you, Even as I cringed beneath the knife, You stood there and smiled, as you often do, As I understood, finally, that I'd lose my life. What did you say to me, as I faded away? I thought I heard you whisper in my ear, You really thought you could save me, you'd pay, The horrible price keeping me here. It's too late, I'm lost in this hell, Be kind to me and hold the lies forever, Whether you loved me or not, don't tell, I'd rather not know deliverance, not ever. |