To be me

by cHeAtInG dEaTh Nd sTrIpPeD dOmNiQuE   Feb 15, 2012


The soft tender smile of a new born
Crushed under the hopeless desires of the world
The dense woods echo the screams of a mother
With the dreams lying dead in her arms
Howling tile the darkness of the day
What remains is a silent tantalizing story the skin from the horrors of humanity
And I am standing right there
No feeling prevails as I feel nothing
The sobs sting in my ears and I feel like crushing my head
Swinging my arms I want to doom the world
Rock bottom it feels so grey
Death, misery all surrounds me
Nothing excels to change it
Everything remains the same
The universe acts as a hollow entity
Nothing to give nothing to receive
The child is lost and the body decays
She still clings on in vain
Days after days and months are passed
The two still under the tree rest
The bodies have now merged into one
Both of them have become now dust
Time never stops and so doesn't death
Jumps from one to find out the rest
Standing at crossroads I feel the pressure
It's singing in my ears a sweet melody
Tempted yet brushed to touched on later
I still feel nothing and nothing to remember nothing to forget

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