One Last Time
FunkeR
Posts: 105
Note: The absence of love, and the pain the absence unbridles can almost tear a person apart. An obvious fact youth tends to oversee while "in the moment". The following is a tale of immense pain, regret, hatred, and even joy(in a morbid sense of the word)... and serves as one, if not the only, Poem I've ever written that encompasses so many emotions... if you don't see it, look again... if you do see it, make of it what you will... Good day to all, and all a good day.
we fought for the rights of our own lives
in the end all I could do was wish for my own demise
in the urgent lettered phonecalls left by me
all the time in the world couldn't convince me otherwise
that the rhythm of my heart was getting out of beat
and the moment I had to make it all right was laid out in front of me
I reached out
screamed aloud
to make it heard
from the depths of my heart
to the ends of the seas
and the space inbetween
I wanted nothing more
but for me
me, you
to be as one
one last time
and the inner silence that so screams at me
the hatred of my own mistake that flows like rememberance
it gets stronger as my blood begins to boil underneath
all the time in the world couldn't convince me otherwise
that the system that I used has started crumbling
and the moment I had to put it back together floats out of reach
so I reach out
scream aloud
I'll make it heard
from the depth of my heart
to the ends of space
and all the things between
I want nothing more
but for you
you and me
to be as one
One last time
all the voices that i heard inside
fade out in the distance and return for a second
one second for me to hear and interpret
the message they are sending
I listen tightly to the voices again
and they tell me things I could never do
the morbid thoughts frighten me
but as a solution they fit so right
almost too right for the duty they deserve
and I know that my hands could never be cleaned
if I take that metal barrel down to my throat
my blood stained hands would cry for help
but my voice would be gone
and my thoughts would subside
if for one moment
you would cry
it'd make it worth it
one last time
we fought for the rights of our own lives
in the end all I could do was wish for my own demise
in the urgent lettered phonecalls left by me
all the time in the world couldn't convince me otherwise
that the rhythm of my heart was getting out of beat
and the moment I had to make it all right was laid out in front of me
I reached out
screamed aloud
to make it heard
from the depths of my heart
to the ends of the seas
and the space inbetween
I wanted nothing more
but for me
me, you
to be as one
one last time
and the inner silence that so screams at me
the hatred of my own mistake that flows like rememberance
it gets stronger as my blood begins to boil underneath
all the time in the world couldn't convince me otherwise
that the system that I used has started crumbling
and the moment I had to put it back together floats out of reach
so I reach out
scream aloud
I'll make it heard
from the depth of my heart
to the ends of space
and all the things between
I want nothing more
but for you
you and me
to be as one
One last time
all the voices that i heard inside
fade out in the distance and return for a second
one second for me to hear and interpret
the message they are sending
I listen tightly to the voices again
and they tell me things I could never do
the morbid thoughts frighten me
but as a solution they fit so right
almost too right for the duty they deserve
and I know that my hands could never be cleaned
if I take that metal barrel down to my throat
my blood stained hands would cry for help
but my voice would be gone
and my thoughts would subside
if for one moment
you would cry
it'd make it worth it
one last time
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.
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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No.
What am I?
brilliant? or an idiotic, stupid, kindergartener?
I'm so confused now.
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.
Pay attention.
Your writing on Synergy is brilliant
On Satan's Bed you're an idiot.
So you like my writing, but hate me... I get it.
:(
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.
Yeah like you really care what I think of you.
all the emotions you mentioned, are there...
Everybody deep down cares what others think of them... its the shield they put around themselves that detrimines whether they're sensitive to it or not.
But in this case... I could care less.
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.