Myth of Loneliness

Stolen Pencil420Stolen Pencil420 Posts: 119
edited December 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I can see my reflection
In this bloody lake
How can I go on?
Knowing he'll never wake
Looking down at his decaying body
My life will never be the same

A cardinal sits on her lonely perch
Watching me watch the sky
The cardinal is the same color as the lake
Reminding me that you have died
Looking for someone to blame

The guitar next to me
Gives me a surge of void
It plays the same chords over an over
And it's getting me annoyed
You are getting me annoyed

The brave hunter stands beside him
Killed a man,
I feel so grim
He has triumphed over good
But I knew that he never would

No savior to save
No prisoner to rape
There is nothing except the sky
Slowly I begin to wonder why
Is this the end
Oh how I wish
This may be
The apocalypse
"Trying to be a person you're not is a waste of the person you really are."- Kurt D. Cobain (R.I.P February 20, 1967- April 5, 1994, we love u Kurt)



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  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    ~poiuuuuuu
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
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