Death is comely to his heart
And death is kind and he is marked.
These blinds have become his prison
And he's up against a wall
Always up against the wall
Wedged between a crushing weight
Caught between the here and now
Caught within the hate
Caught within the world he bought
Caught by time and fate
Crushing in on every side
Crushing him, why can't he die?
Death would bring relief to him
But life is not that kind
And death is not the hope for him
And life will never side
The hope for him is no more strain
And no more stress
And no more pain
Please take his anguish
With it maim
His guilt that crushes
Dreams will fade
But that's okay
Yes that's okay
Please let him rest
And no more stress
And no more angst
And no more pain
Death is comely to his heart
And death is kind and he is marked
See life allows us nothing but
The chance to make our choices
And life it makes receding tides
That come back in then dances
Over us as we are trod
Until the shore consumes us
And now he waits for death to come
And death please show him mercy
Cause he has tried, oh hell he's tried
And now he's searching real deep
For the end of things, of life and love
Please drown him, do your worst, sea.
Take him down, please take him down
Take him, do your worst, sea
Cause I am over this week
I'm tired of having no peace
Take me down, please worst sea
And let me fill your girth sea
Take me, do your worst, sea
Then nothing else can hurt me
I've shed my protective sheath
And I'm black and blue, now take me
Until there's no more than memories
Then I'm no longer a memory
And I'm no longer the old me
Then I'm gone, and there is nothing
And thank heavens
Now time for some peace
YOU ARE READING
Stoneheart
PoetryA collection of poems about my coming of age, family and identity struggles and my battle with anxiety and depression as a youth.
