I am drowning
But yet, I can't seem to die
I am drowning
In a puddle of my own tears
Holding on to love
(of some sort)
Sometimes there is no such thing
As recovery
So let's save what we can
Before my destruction begins.
I'm shutting down
Slowly my end nears
The music torments and soothes
How it does both, that is unknown
I breathe and for a moment
Living is what I'm doing
but then a realisation sets in
I am not alive
More of a dead man walking
Bones but no soul
Flesh but no heart
I am dying, falling apart
happiness is with him
and when he leaves
It walks out the door.
I'm breathing through
Corrupted lungs
the church bell rung
and Time slows down
A timeless Dance
Memories trapped in bliss
I skip off in a prance
Never am I missed
But I always cry.
I miss the old me
(well not really)
I miss me who never knew the truth.
I'm just flying blind.
I am dying not yet but soon
'Til then I am a living dead.
Talianna
The Dark Lady
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