I thought I'd give posting a poem a shot...
Do me a favor, and don't call me emo or some such.
"The Dull Grey Of Sorrow"
That which I eat, has such lack of taste,
Water does not quench this wretched thirst,
In the darkness I waste,
Drowning in this mournful verse.
The smoke that wheels 'round my aching mind,
No longer gives the normal result,
No pleasure do I find,
In the leaf, the vine, the malt.
Sleep finds me without peace, without rest,
Dreams haunted by the sight of your face,
A hole cut in my chest,
I fit, but am out of place.
There is no sun shining through the clouds,
Only the bitter sting of cold rain,
Flowers grey dot the ground,
And with fresh blood they are stained.
I chain myself to this foolish vice,
I engage in self-destructive taste,
Finding no strength in life,
And so this life do I waste.
I can not go on, weak as I am,
Chained as I am, I am free no more,
With this force, break the dam,
As my heart marches to war.
Nothing shall be the same anymore,
Since you brought me to life once again,
Just to kill me once more,
To break my glass heart again.
All the world I see, in shades of grey,
Bound to my eyes by bitter sorrow,
In the dull I will stay,
Never to see tomorrow.
Copy & paste to friend: (Click inside box; Ctrl + C to copy; Ctrl + V to paste)
read more blogs!