Poem - 4
A human is nothing more,
Than me, or you,
It sits there, just sits there,
It's breathes, and it drools,
It's eyes shut tight,
Too terrified of the night.
And something sets in,
As another creeps through,
These things such as sins,
These tears such as you.
I wish beyond a star,
As the globe spins new,
Although the ending is rather far,
And our theories as sticky as goo.
Destruction is often,
And memories are dark,
When the happiness is forgotten,
When the hope is not even a spark.
I hope for the tears to stop,
And for the end to take its grasp,
Of our throats which burn through the top,
And the emptying metal flask,
The liquid just won't last,
And the twitch of a finger,
Resting on a trigger,
And the glare of metal,
And the crushing of a pedal,
The screeches and crash,
And it's all gone black,
Black to the night,
Of when humans first came,
Of when there was nobody to blame,
And everybody was the same,
Back to the night,
When the blood first dripped,
From the arm to the floor,
From the blade to the flesh,
From the eyes fell tears,
Of hope a regret,
Because this was just a bet,
A bet to see when you would break,
When you'd slip, fall, and take,
A bullet to the demons,
A bullet to the empty,
A bullet to you.
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Poetry And Broken Lines
PoetryThis book does not get updates frequently. It is for my own personal use, and I warn those who read this. This is a book of poems, story ideas, and other writings. Enjoy!
