Too Late

by Seronum   Sep 11, 2006


Tonight my grave calls fourth for me to listen for its call.

I'm nothing without life but theres nothing left at all.

Its been stolen and broken up in pieces.

Nothing to reveal anymore but shattered thoughts and broken dreams.

I'm winding down this road to torment and obliteration.

Dying in passive hatred and profound suffocation.

Theres no help left for me now that the truth has been told.

Something has torn me in half with only words spoken so bold.

I see on the screen a script of life and death I'm not sure anymore which one to choose because inside I'm already dead.

I'm an empty shell with nothing to give,
An abyss of darkness where nothing lives.

I take everything in and it all comes out. Shattered in broken pieces with a puzzle left to figure it all out.

The key to nothing is in my darkened heart. You stand before me reaching but see me tare apart.

The tears of sorrow begin to fall from me like rain.
And I crouch in silent despair,
wishing to live again but nothings ever there.

My shadow it weeps to the tune of silent grief looking at me in rotting disbelief.

Is anyone out there? Is there a soul left to spare?

This feeling of sorrow has me dying with no care.

I am eroding and becoming incomplete throughout the dreaded times on the floor i silently weep.

Despised in chaos I'm blackened from within. Help me out of this hole I seem to fall right in.

Fill me your part with happiness and smiles Ill hold you in my arms forever if only I could live again.

Its too late for me my grave has already been dug. The blood stains have already dried my caskets being drug. Tonight I pass to a infinite life of pain still feeling the torment inside even without blood in these veins.

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