Two Poems
(These are both random poems out of a book I keep. The first one is published)
Where was it said, when and where we would die? Or give the sympothy to even try?
To whisper the last and finel good-bye, to the stone from which underneath you lie,
To kiss the cold and marbel top and wish you well, do not leave a place in mind to dwell.
Make a promise to the moon, that I will see you soon,
wrapped once again in a cold embrace, under the grace of the whatchfull Angels face, eternal sleep next to you, I promise I will join you soon.
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My faceless reflection speaks volumes back to me,
my empty grave is calling to me,
My aching heart is promising me,
My shattered soul is breaking me,
Wondering where is the person I wanted to be.
Friends faces disapear just beneath the waters edge,
I take one last breath as I step closer to this ledge,
Down, down, like the monsters from the cradle fed,
every bleeding, cutting, word that was said.
My aching arms and throbbing soul,
my voice screaming for some control,
my hand reaching farther into the blackend soul,
Wishing for the guardian with ashen wings,
waiting for the lament someone will sing,
above a cheap and tattered stone,
a name all to well known,
No one knows,
The agony of silent screaming
The wait for numbing quiet,
The pathetic whisper, pleading,
the loss of want to fight it,
The want for a simple, end.
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