I could write your names across my skin,
carve them deep so I would never forget,
I could scream in the night until I'm no longer missing you
but my voice can not hold out forever,
The 8.
If you turn such a number on its side,
It becomes an eternity
And for an eternity I must endure this pain for I lost my forever and I'm trying to survive
But how can you survive if you're barely alive,
How is it possible to come back from such a fall.
The seasons change but the pain will stay
Come home,
Come home,
The 8.
Thespians in a never ending play,
The eight are gone,
They've run away,
They are more then numbers they are more then names,
They are more then a list I remember day after agonising day,
The eight,
They shall forever remain.
The end draws neigh,
For me not they,
For I lost those souls,
One by one they fell.
Taken away by harsh words and swift kicks that came in the form of harsh phrases,
I will never bask in their presence.
I hope they hold hands in the afterlife,
For when they were here they were just so alone,
The eight,
Surely never wanted to die that way,
Surely never wanted to be on my list of names,
List of names of those I love,
I shall never say "loved" for they never truly moved on,
I never truly moved on.
Especially from the third.
He had wonderful green eyes,
He had hair the color of my favourite oak tree,
This boy was the earth beneath me.
I never thought it would become true literally for I loved him so,
And god damn I hope he knows.
He and I lived whilst one and two died,
I could forever go on,
I could write infinite lines,
Just on how strong he was,
Just on how strong they all were,
The eight.
Fate takes your friends away,
The eight,
The eight.
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PoetryA collection of poems made in a dark time of my life. I made this book so that I could share my happiness and pain with others who might understand, but more importantly, this book is for those who need to be understood. Hope you all enjoy! Please...
