Submissions by RocKo358
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Those Days
You know those days,
don't you?
You did it trough them,
Just tell me it is the truth.
Separated from happiness,
You suffer in loneliness,
Feeling the Death breathing on your neck,
it must be cold, I guess...
Remember those days you used to smile?
You did not know the pain?
Those days you played with real friends,
not just with a razor and vein.
Seeing you now,
down in the corner,
giving you my hand,
you screamed at me much harder.
As the tears fall from your eyes,
millions of shooting stars,
falling...
don't you?
You did it trough them,
Just tell me it is the truth.
Separated from happiness,
You suffer in loneliness,
Feeling the Death breathing on your neck,
it must be cold, I guess...
Remember those days you used to smile?
You did not know the pain?
Those days you played with real friends,
not just with a razor and vein.
Seeing you now,
down in the corner,
giving you my hand,
you screamed at me much harder.
As the tears fall from your eyes,
millions of shooting stars,
falling...
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Mistreated Soul
Revenge is mine,
You cut the vein,
feel the beats within Your chest,
now is time for Your feelings to be expressed.
Sun is shining, but You feel a cold,
the cold coming from behind,
tears came out, when hand touched Your arm
and then bolt passed trough Your mind.
Those thoughts You have,
murder in Your brain,
adrenalin overflowed in Your blood
and You took the knife in Your hand.
Beats are faster, hand is shaking,
You're falling on knees,
that body lying on floor,
now, ... there is a peace.
Suffered, by Your...
You cut the vein,
feel the beats within Your chest,
now is time for Your feelings to be expressed.
Sun is shining, but You feel a cold,
the cold coming from behind,
tears came out, when hand touched Your arm
and then bolt passed trough Your mind.
Those thoughts You have,
murder in Your brain,
adrenalin overflowed in Your blood
and You took the knife in Your hand.
Beats are faster, hand is shaking,
You're falling on knees,
that body lying on floor,
now, ... there is a peace.
Suffered, by Your...
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The Cycle
Teach me fly;
push me high,
there is no place for your lie.
This war is not about fight,
it is about might.
Might of our words,
they will not be torn apart.
Were you paranoid?
Were you confused?
You did it?
So there is no excuse!
Were you naive?
So was I.
And what now?
Who fell deeper down?!
Hope you got it now, right?
Then why continue in this life?
After it, there is one place,
with you, forever in embrace.
After this life, is it God you choose?
My hands are waiting for you; ...
push me high,
there is no place for your lie.
This war is not about fight,
it is about might.
Might of our words,
they will not be torn apart.
Were you paranoid?
Were you confused?
You did it?
So there is no excuse!
Were you naive?
So was I.
And what now?
Who fell deeper down?!
Hope you got it now, right?
Then why continue in this life?
After it, there is one place,
with you, forever in embrace.
After this life, is it God you choose?
My hands are waiting for you; ...
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