Bolts of memories flashing by
Consuming every cell inside
With pictures of past lived days
Full of once upon a time fairy tales
Precious treasures locked within
Breathes lived and taken, are those days,
Full of precious young flesh.
What a gifted being, a soul has
For ways to adapt one can have
A blessing showered down from above
Left with love.
Taken for granted by the soul
Old and rusted away
Left in a hole.
Souls free
No more prison in a body
Somebody was once full of life
Now sleeps in restful nights
Numbed pain never felt
Wounds so very visible enough to be foreseen
Yet no healing in sight scars never to be found.
Hollowness is all that is felt my chest
Like a drop in the ocean longing to be heard
This emptiness remains to be deeper than death
For no more music is created by my heart
For breathes are now forbidden as I am dead
Disturbed by this pain that aches
Without a soul I lie empty
Upon a cold bitter floor
A desire to mend past mistakes
But left alone
For this soul abandoned its body
Now stays forever alone.
Where lays the comfort of this pain?
If not to be felt
At least offer me a piece of sensibleness
Deliver it to me in a way I can feel
For I lost all bonds
The moment I froze my heart to rest
There once was a me
Me that was seen as one piece
But now too many to even count
Broken through the cold and bitterness
Of pain from living
As if on a forever going track
With only a caboose and no train
This murder I’ve committed upon myself
Has not given me the relief I desired
From the endless pain of this life
Only to result upon a thirst
To breathe once again
How I died
Is a question always to be with an answer
But why,
No reason enters my thought
For after I killed myself I never died.
