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Death before Life

Altered_Soul9

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Lying here.
Naked on this prison floor of my mind.
Contemplating how this fortunate tragedy came about.
My eyes, filled with worry, settle upon the clock that never moves
I pray for it to move
Oh how I pray for it...
I begin to imagine a dreadful oasis.
One of humbled beginnings and mountable dreams
And as always your face seeps through my dark images.
You have, yet again, demoralized my thoughts
And you show no remorse
Oh how you show none....
My mind drifts away from this hellish reality
It travels far away to sit on the cliffs of Meteora.
There it flings itself from humanity to perish upon the jagged rocks.
And then its me again
Lifeless without the mind
retarded to the world around.
And then an unfamiliar sound
The click of the bars
They rise slowly as if taunting me with their speed.
I force my broken body out of the dead cell.
And as I walk towards the light I feel the warmth of death comfort me,
Oh how it comforts me........

Man is but a useless item without the mind......
 
I love the way these words flow......almost like a lyrics for a song. I feel the pain through your words also. This is one of your best pieces. Mad Props, my friend!
 
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