Til Death

FunkeRFunkeR Posts: 105
edited March 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Hold on to the words I speak
One day these lungs I breathe
Will wither away and fade to dust
Say what you need, do what you must
I know I'm not old
But I still need time to grow
Mature and reflect
On my wrongs and my rights
No time for mistakes
The pressures on me to get this right

I know I know its not the same
A man will rise and fall to shame
Like a bullet piercing life through it's hollow cage
I know its not fair to divulge this rage
I hate this aching inside of me
I hate this world for the pain it instills
I try to be nice and I try to be kind
But, fuck me if I can't be that guy

Hold on to the words I speak
Appreciate what you have for it will be gone
The veins and carriers of life within me
Shall dry up one day and turn to dust
The cycle of life will slowly move on
I'll soon be forgotten
Like you will too

Life, as fragile as it is
Can affect the world
Such a simple being can change your course
Follow your heart and follow your soul
To the place You know true
If it suits me, It won't suit you
So follow your heart
One day it will be gone
I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.

Sperm, It's in you to give.




I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
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Comments

  • BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    a very good poem Funker
    and very true, things come and go
    and people will be as they are
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
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