A Life of Woe
A Death of sorrow
Your existence torn from my reality
Tears staining my face
like sour wine hitting a white canvas
Guilt rearing its ugly face
In the fire of my soul
I tried so hard
Wished on every star
Yet you could not be saved
Truly this is hell love
A simple man I yearned to be
Yet you released the binds on my eyes
Letting me see the glory of the black
What could I have done
That sentence continuing to echo in my head
A never ending drumbeat
That lasts for eternity
A life of woe
A death of sorrow
My existence torn from reality
The day you touched the reapers hand
They tell me to forgive myself
Pressuring their thoughts into my brain
All for Folly
I have long been gone
Dreaming of the world
Where I tried to exhaustion
Where I wished on every star in every galaxy
Where I saved you
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Realities Downfall
PuisiA collection of poems of mine. I can not express how dark reality can be or how terrifying humans can become. These poems are to express that pain, and hope from a man who doesn't feel human.
