My skies are turning grey
The air is turning black
I don't know if I'll be okay
And there is no turning back
I foolishly gave up everything
To be right here
Why did I give up everything
To be filled with this fear
I gave my life
To be in this pitch black
I'm now filled with strife
That tries to make my body go slack
I need to take back my life
To get out of this black
I need to get rid of this strife
So I can have my life back
My skies are turning blue
The air is turning clear
But I have no clue
Of how long I'll stay here
YOU ARE READING
The Death Poems: Collection 3
PoesíaMy third collection of poems about death, sin, leaving, unhappiness, etc. I hope everyone likes these as much as the other two collections.
