Six feet under,
And you still have control over my actions,
As well as my heart
You'll never again catch a glimpse of the sunlight
that stained the shadow in my eyes
Yet you are the only one that formed my despair
Six feet under,
And the darkness is all that you know
Will you be content in the arms of the devil or an angel?
Or will you break away and chase after what little I have left?
You tore my world apart,
And I can still feel the scars that run deep down to the bone
I've run out of love for you,
But I just can't seem to get enough of the memories that remain
The memories of your body saying "Goodbye",
As you close your eyes
one final time
And rest in the coffin
that has become my grave.
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The Symbol of A Shattered Life
PoesíaWhen a life is shattered, do you pick up the pieces, or do you lose your way? Come read my perspective on what it means to become the symbol of a shattered life. The life within a poem.
