Day after Tomorrow

by Beauty Within These Pages of Darkness   Aug 31, 2007


Washed away are my dreams,
They didn't want to come true it seems,
Through my blind the light gleams,
Outside in the darkened street I hear screams.

Please help me through my demise?
My inner soul is whom I despise,
If I even try to retaliate,
I've would definitely seal my fate.

I sit in my damp room shivering from the cold,
I wonder if my soul for the devil has been sold?
I'm only nineteen I'm not that old,
My Mum detests me,
That's what I've been told.

Truthfully I didn't want to here that,
In my damp room is where I'm still sat,
Thinking about tat for tit, tit for tat,
Now I'm ready to blow my brains out with a gat,
You all may want to snigger,
But just think about it?
You're not the one who's pulling the trigger.

So I'm going to teach a lesson,
To those who want to commit suicide,
Life to you should be a blessing,
It's me you all shouldn't follow,
'Cos sadly for me there isn't a day after tomorrow.

By Jay Basey © 2004

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