The sanity that I once had,
ran back to the dark palce,
to drown itself in sorrow along with every breath I take,
it's always 3 A.M. in the darkness of my soul,
as I sit here reminiscing,
and staring at my silent phone.
Tick Tock,
minutes ring around the clock,
taunting, taunting,
mocking, haunting
never letting me forget,
screaming through the silence
every word you ever said,
Its hard to believe I can actually breath
in the acid soaked sack of gravel that sits where your
heart should be...
the hours won't leave me alone,
wasting away next to my silent phone.
My dreams are coated with razorblades,
laced with black from day to day,
razors dig and razors drag,
bleed out all thats left, whatever else I have,
my hearts so broken,
my soul so torn,
I can't take this anymore,
I look alive but with a touch im so cold,
i'll wait here for eternity,
and die next to my silent phone.
A contest entry
- Write Out There. by November-Dani.
550 points, ended November 28, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow sav sav its so deep but i like it alot and i hope you keep writing love you
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tis excellent
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This is soooo depressing. I love it!
Such a sad take on the promt. Very very well done.
Thanks for entering.
Dani. -
This almost made me cry...Great job...truly a great piece.
Tod.
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wow... I love it.. It's really detailed and great.. I giveth you claps
Peace,
Luv,
and Tokio Hotel
~kiwi
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