Monday, June 15, 2009

The Grave Will Be No Bar To My Call

I am different, but i want to change ,I am not loved, but i want to love,
My wings are broken I cannot fly, I am crippled I cannot run
The door will not open, will I ever leave? I cannot cry for I have no tears
I want to feel alive but I am not alive, just a shell, empty and hollow
Darkness clouds my thoughts, I am always in the pit of despair
Will not somebody save me, I stand and watch my own self buried
My grave lies unmarked, I will fade away unremembered
I want to run away, the coward's way out
Leave behind my pain, my sorrow, my heart
I bleed everyday, have I not bled enough?
I cannot stop the blood, I watch as the my life flows away
I wanted to be free, free from the chains that bound me
Did I ask for too much? Or is it too less?
Bound I stay, by those whom I call friends, they have bought pain
Chained I stay to the one I call my love, it bought me anguish and heartbreak
If pain was my friend, I would bleed
If sorrow my helper, I could cry
But now I am lost, a lone soul, wandering amidst my own ruins
My life, which has shattered, I will pick up my own peices
I need no one, I know I am not strong but I will live
Like I always have, alone but unhurt
For what once made me live, has now made me die

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