everything is just so fucking sad
my words are sad
my eyes are sad
my story has become so damn sad
the flame went out
the light behind my eyes is gone
just a lost soul
in the misty sad fog
the sky has started
to pour and oh look
the world has become a canvas
filled with sad
it may seem tragic
but no longer i want to
believe in magic
it's become that sad
the blade went across her skin
the strange horror sinking in
the rope rubbed against his neck
now, isn't that sad?
i gave up hope
maybe i can give everything else up too
my non-existent future
so terribly awful and sad
but what can i say?
i'm not the person you thought i was
i'm truly
just another sad calamity
YOU ARE READING
Out There
PoetryPoems from my mind, which is out there scattered in the galaxy. This book will tend to be off, but that's ok.
