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Doomed
I hate my life and you should know,
That all seems oh so lost,
I can’t believe I’m going on,
Inside my soul just rots...
My tears won’t stop their journey,
As they stream on down my face,
I can’t stop all this crying,
Why am I in this place...
The loneliness is overwhelming,
Like a knife stuck in my heart,
With all that I have been through,
When will my life start...
Or is this the end to speak of,
Is this the way I’ll die,
Living life in loneliness,
Which leaves me asking why...
What have I done to anger them,
The Spirits of the skies,
Who dance among the treetops,
As above me they still fly...
I search my past for something,
That can explain this fateful gloom,
That has painted the skies so black,
It truly seems my doom...
A tear drop softly glistens,
In the corner of my eye,
They never seem to answer,
And that’s what makes me cry...
There seems to be no future,
It seems to be the bliss,
Of the Gothic Ferries end,
With the first slice in my wrist...
The blood holds all the answers,
As the white sheets turn to red,
Hopefully this pain will end,
As soon as I a dead...
The answers never come to me,
What is it that I did,
Please tell me why you’re angry,
Before you close the lid...
And if you listen carefully,
It’s not the Ferries cries,
It’s me, who whispers from a far,
To the spirits I ask why...
The fear in me subsides,
As my blood is running thin,
I gave to you my heart,
The devils game, he wins...
And I hope that you’ll remember,
That my heart was very true,
Everything I had in life,
I gave it all to you...
Why is it you forsake me,
In this angry place I dwell,
I only hear the voices,
Of those who did not tell...
I’m angry in so many ways,
And I guess your asking why,
How could he be so sad,
Why was it that he cried...
Loneliness takes its toll,
On those the chosen ones,
I’ll never understand,
How my life came so undone...
I once thought that I had it all,
But those thoughts have faded away,
Here is sit in loneliness,
Alone I die in vain...
That all seems oh so lost,
I can’t believe I’m going on,
Inside my soul just rots...
My tears won’t stop their journey,
As they stream on down my face,
I can’t stop all this crying,
Why am I in this place...
The loneliness is overwhelming,
Like a knife stuck in my heart,
With all that I have been through,
When will my life start...
Or is this the end to speak of,
Is this the way I’ll die,
Living life in loneliness,
Which leaves me asking why...
What have I done to anger them,
The Spirits of the skies,
Who dance among the treetops,
As above me they still fly...
I search my past for something,
That can explain this fateful gloom,
That has painted the skies so black,
It truly seems my doom...
A tear drop softly glistens,
In the corner of my eye,
They never seem to answer,
And that’s what makes me cry...
There seems to be no future,
It seems to be the bliss,
Of the Gothic Ferries end,
With the first slice in my wrist...
The blood holds all the answers,
As the white sheets turn to red,
Hopefully this pain will end,
As soon as I a dead...
The answers never come to me,
What is it that I did,
Please tell me why you’re angry,
Before you close the lid...
And if you listen carefully,
It’s not the Ferries cries,
It’s me, who whispers from a far,
To the spirits I ask why...
The fear in me subsides,
As my blood is running thin,
I gave to you my heart,
The devils game, he wins...
And I hope that you’ll remember,
That my heart was very true,
Everything I had in life,
I gave it all to you...
Why is it you forsake me,
In this angry place I dwell,
I only hear the voices,
Of those who did not tell...
I’m angry in so many ways,
And I guess your asking why,
How could he be so sad,
Why was it that he cried...
Loneliness takes its toll,
On those the chosen ones,
I’ll never understand,
How my life came so undone...
I once thought that I had it all,
But those thoughts have faded away,
Here is sit in loneliness,
Alone I die in vain...
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