Sunday, January 10, 2010

Poetry Of A Dying Heart

Drowning
Drowning in a puddle constucted of tears
Burning
Burning in a house engulfed in fears

Death of a spirit built to manifest in hope
Nothing left, similar to a city ruined from dope
Death of soul no longer yearning
Nothing left, but deep emotions churning
Tears of saddness belonging to broken souls
Surrounded by critics thrashing dreams with poles
Enemies breaking down creations
Tears ring from a distance with screaming vibrations

What will come of thee?
For nothingness is what lies inside of me
See the verdicts of my nightmares
Why so deep I lay in dispair
All because life was never fair
In my eyes you may gaze and stare

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