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Who Killed Me
As my life is snatched away from me
A mystery is born
The one to blame for this tragedy
Is amongst the ones who mourn
I have to solve this mystery
Although I’m just a ghost
And ill make sure the one that did this
Is the one who mourns the most
At the fall of dusk
My life is dust
Swept away by deaths black broom
To the dust bin of forgotten ones
Waiting for the tomb
Silent and invisible I glide around the room
Now’s the time that I will find
The one responsible for my doom
Maybe it was an enemy
Who took away my health
But I don’t think I had one
Except of course myself
Maybe it was a friend
Who brought about the end
But that’s just one thing
I couldn’t comprehend
Maybe it was the girl I loved
Who stole my breath from me
For I once told her that her love
Will be the death of me
Maybe it was a maiden fair
Who broke my heart beyond repair
And took away my peace
Maybe that’s why I’m deceased
There are so many suspects
So many alibis
Its hard to figure out the truth
Amongst so many lies
Is this what always happens
Every time somebody dies?
But suddenly it hit me
As I opened up my eyes
The identity of the killer
May come as a surprise
It wasn’t my mom
It wasn’t my dad
It wasn’t the girl
I never had
It wasn’t a friend
It wasn’t a foe
It wasn’t a stranger
I didn’t know
When I opened up my eyes
I began to see
That the one who took my life away
Was no other than me
You see…
There’s two types of suicide
Few people really know
There’s one that kills the body
And one that kills the soul
Striped of my pride
I died inside
Now darkness takes its toll
The dark destroyer laughs at me
I did just what he was expecting
I hear hells angels flap their wings
There coming to collect me
And now it seems that faiths the only thing
That can protect me
But I’m not really dead
My life is hanging by a thread
And my only true redemption
Is the blood that was shed
So for me love do not grieve
Because this is not the end
And ill just live
And ill just breath
And try not to die again
A mystery is born
The one to blame for this tragedy
Is amongst the ones who mourn
I have to solve this mystery
Although I’m just a ghost
And ill make sure the one that did this
Is the one who mourns the most
At the fall of dusk
My life is dust
Swept away by deaths black broom
To the dust bin of forgotten ones
Waiting for the tomb
Silent and invisible I glide around the room
Now’s the time that I will find
The one responsible for my doom
Maybe it was an enemy
Who took away my health
But I don’t think I had one
Except of course myself
Maybe it was a friend
Who brought about the end
But that’s just one thing
I couldn’t comprehend
Maybe it was the girl I loved
Who stole my breath from me
For I once told her that her love
Will be the death of me
Maybe it was a maiden fair
Who broke my heart beyond repair
And took away my peace
Maybe that’s why I’m deceased
There are so many suspects
So many alibis
Its hard to figure out the truth
Amongst so many lies
Is this what always happens
Every time somebody dies?
But suddenly it hit me
As I opened up my eyes
The identity of the killer
May come as a surprise
It wasn’t my mom
It wasn’t my dad
It wasn’t the girl
I never had
It wasn’t a friend
It wasn’t a foe
It wasn’t a stranger
I didn’t know
When I opened up my eyes
I began to see
That the one who took my life away
Was no other than me
You see…
There’s two types of suicide
Few people really know
There’s one that kills the body
And one that kills the soul
Striped of my pride
I died inside
Now darkness takes its toll
The dark destroyer laughs at me
I did just what he was expecting
I hear hells angels flap their wings
There coming to collect me
And now it seems that faiths the only thing
That can protect me
But I’m not really dead
My life is hanging by a thread
And my only true redemption
Is the blood that was shed
So for me love do not grieve
Because this is not the end
And ill just live
And ill just breath
And try not to die again
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