I was along the beautiful shore
Watching about and gazing at the beautiful war.
When my notion came around,
It told me it was my last day;
beneath the stars,
underneath my shady tree
beside my car
I was stranded–
"I'm gonna go."
My guitar played one last time
I strummed my fingers across of it one last time
I felt my heart beat one last time
I loved myself for a second one last time
I kissed myself goodbye one last time
I bled myself to lie one last time
I worshipped the dead one last time
I counted my blessings one last time
I created chaos in the best of itself one last time,
I died– one last time.
I was roaming around
This empty road
I was looking towards
myself because that's what showed
across the large slogan
that painted my life together in one, large canvas.
I was talking, talking, talking
I didn't dismiss my laughter for misery
I was dying on account of myself
I didn't know how to live; salvation wasn't in my dictionary
I stopped talking, talking, talking
I started hurting, hurting, hurting
Ended up bleeding, bleeding, bleeding
Wound up dying, dying, dying.
"Wait for me,"
Plead in my sense came out
I was begging
Begging please,
I was waiting
For someone to start waiting for me
I was crying
because I waited for too long
I waited for too long and my bones started to rot
My skin started to fade
My blood started to melt
I was dying
But I didn't know how to save myself.
I was trying to find the person that stole my heart
But all I could see in the distance was one that was playing with either string
The string that hummed the tune I never hummed
The string that sang the song I never sang
The string that cried the words I never cried
The string that stung the feelings I never stung
The string that blurted the murmurs I never blurted
The string that wrote the book I never wrote....
I was that string.
You couldn't get hell to come out of my mouth
So you turned me into hell out of myself.
I was dying because I told myself to.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁