Tick tock
Says the clock
It seals your doom
While you lay in your room
Will you die
With a blade at your side
You watched the blood run down
Your wrist sliced, but you don’t frown
Realse is what you feel
Paradise at your heel
Earth was hell
But now you hear the bell
The ringing, singing
In the high heavens
You have escapes the heathens
yes you know
the ones who put on a show
they caused you pain
And while your eyes rain
There was no one
Not one soul out of a ton
You killed yourself happy
Free because earth is crappy
THEY are the ones who are there
They are now alone, I just couldn’t bare
there were too many whispers
And so many listeners
But, still, no one heard my yell
Because people cant hear pain
They can only feel it.
4 comments
Hell. That is the last line and the last word, only you did not include it in your righteous poetry. Why? Was this the puzzle?
It was neat to read your words. Enjoy.
Thank you but I’m not sure I understand your question?
It felt relaxing to read that. I have written a lot but I’m too shy to let anyone read what I have created
Take a chance and post it. Its probably really great. If you decide to post it let me know and I will read it. 🙂