Another day,
oh, the sun, just cover up your dirty soul.
'Cause I've been weakened, now I'm weak,
I'm the weakest of them all.
I say good morning to the ghosts,
to my pictures on the wall,
'cause there is no one here besides them.
There is no one here at all.
And you, almighty ghost in the corner of my room
hear my prayers, take my body,
just take me home with you.
Take me to forever darkness,
if that's something you could do.
I can't breathe here, I can't speak,
please just take me there with you.
And there it goes, another day.
I can't see another way.
I want to shout, I want to scream,
but there is nothing left to say .
So here's goodnight to the ghost,
to the pictures on the wall.
I'm not afraid, I want to fall.
Please, can't you hear my pleading call?
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The Story Of My Death
PoetryThis is my first collection of the poems that I wrote. I hope you enjoy it, if you have any critics, suggestions or questions, you can comment underneath a poem, or write me a private message. Also, if you just want to talk, send me a private messag...
