Friday, April 01, 2005
Death
Death -- by -Emptiness-
My vision grows dim,
I'm drowning though I can swim.
Time has seemed to stop,
Even in seeking death, am I an utter flop?
Should I start to swim?
It'll be too late when they gather around me singing hymns.
Or should I just wait?
Soon I'll be at the pearly gate.
I'm simply tired,
In life, too much have I been hurt.
I want to end this constant fall,
And death it seems, is the solution to it all.
But memories of the past,
Of the happy times that have passed,
And the people I'm leaving behind,
Are holding me back, screaming in my mind.
The burning feeling in my chest --
The scream for air that will never rest,
Is urging me to swim out of this grave.
It seems I'm bonded to life like I'm a slave.
Should I save myself?
Or should I drown myself?
Death, or this living hell?
Only time can tell.
P.S. Deeper meanings...
- Emptiness - 4/01/2005 07:01:00 pm
