White as a ghost he walks around
Sad as a musical with out any sound.
Lost as a puppy in a dark alley
He continues his walk and continues to tally.
Tight as a knot he continues to walk,
Listening and cringing to all he is not.
Why the Hell is this his fault?
Silent as the night he continues to cry,
Surely but softly he continues to die.
Pain rips through him like a knife through skin.
He looks at what he could have been.
Sleepy as a bear waking from hibernation,
He opens his eyes to his final destination.
With speed like a cheetah, it is all over.
He smiles as she walks out sober.
A.N: This started out about me and a friend of mine, but it turned into a poem dedicated to the lead singer of my favorite band. There is a second version...
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Random Poems and Short Stories
RomanceThis is a jumbled up mess of things I've written recently and things from the past. It's just a bunch a trivial crap... Thought I'd post it in case the laptop crashes again. Full of mostly "dark" things. Title says it all.
