I remember my last strike to the lightbulb,
Like it was only yesterday,
I want the chance to strike again,
But I also want to say no way,
I cried myself to sleep lastnight,
Thinking of my last breath of smoke,
Thinking this may be right,
As I hear the reoccuring 'you want to toke',
The tears start to fall,
On this one dark night,
The thought I may never hear your call,
But thinking I might,
The thought of the lightbulb,
Plays through my head,
Knowing if I had the chance,
I'd end up dead,
As bad as I want that second chance,
To prove everyone wrong,
Maybe I make no sense,
But I know it wont be long,
And when I take my last toke,
Running my dreams down the drain,
Watching myself choke,
Ending my life in pain.
Please tell me what you think
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wow its good..
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don't know what to say about this, so i will say nothing at all
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you should say something...i mean i tried really hard on this poem and i did tell the truth on it all so i mean couldn't you possibly say something about it
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i could and maybe i should but i don't think i will at the moment
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well im only on at the moment and i wanted to know what you have to say
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okay fine
it confuses the shit out of me, okay? that's why i had nothing to say, because i don't get what you're trying to say
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