This isn't the way things were meant to be
This dreadful carcass was meant to be discarded years ago
It must be a mistake, perhaps I've been displaced
Wish for heaven aloud and those around you
will see to it that you receive hell
Who was it that taught the cursed tongue
"Time will heal?"
It's all a lie, a lie meant to persuade
those who are like me to go on
When will the eyes of death gaze upon me?
Strip me from this life of darkness
I am rotting from the inside out
The sun rises, but I do not
It's time to say my final goodbyes
To go to a world with no more light
I close my eyes
One last time
YOU ARE READING
Blame it on The Wind
PoetryI send messages with the utmost sincerity and receive hate and resentment in return, I blame it on the wind.
