Coming undone

by TwistedHarmony   Dec 19, 2005


Wait, It's gonna be too late
Wait, I'm starting to suffocate
Wait, And now i anticipate

Drip, It flows around
Drip, Onto the ground
Drop, I make no sound

Hate, Is all i feel
Hate, My nightmares become real
Hate, My heart's not made of steal

Wait, It's almost finished
Wait, I'm diminished
Wait, My life is almost finished

Drip, Goes to red tears falling
Drip, Goes my death calling
Drop, Goes my body falling...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Emma

    Great poem. keep up the good work.

    Emma5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by UnToLd TrUtH

    This is so good. You really described the feelings. Good job.

    Mallori