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Last Kiss Goodnight
Wandering desperately
blindly chasing a rhythmic
silence.
Roaming aimlessly
over a never ending
path of lose dirt and shit
Trying to find
anything
something
Staring at a woman
with her onyx eyes
looking...so alive
I plead for her
pray to her
ask her
lead me somewhere
anywhere
Just help me to the end.
To a place away from here
Stone hard pillow
thats cold against my face
with traces of blood
while my heart pounds
furiously demanding
Attention
Flashes of life
love, happiness
memories of times long past
when there was meaning,
purpose, not this
drug induced coma
forcibly trapping me
in this shell
of an existance
She reaches out to me
Helping me?
Pushing me?
I look deep within those onyx eyes
only to see the
wicked sick grin
Wandering through
the maze of
cockroach covered filth
Which I called life
maggots falling
off the remnants
of flesh
and blood
feasting upon the
famine of a
cancer riddled existance.
Which left me gasping for breath.
Carassel going around
and around
and around
With my
memories
offering the most cherished
Laughter
So beautiful.
Lightning charged
paddles grasp for
my soul
abused my life
and love,
aborted happiness
Only to find that in life
I drifted endlessly
And in death my journey
just continues
Born with nothing
dying with less
everything fading away
and still gasping
for a breath
for life
for a second chance
blindly chasing a rhythmic
silence.
Roaming aimlessly
over a never ending
path of lose dirt and shit
Trying to find
anything
something
Staring at a woman
with her onyx eyes
looking...so alive
I plead for her
pray to her
ask her
lead me somewhere
anywhere
Just help me to the end.
To a place away from here
Stone hard pillow
thats cold against my face
with traces of blood
while my heart pounds
furiously demanding
Attention
Flashes of life
love, happiness
memories of times long past
when there was meaning,
purpose, not this
drug induced coma
forcibly trapping me
in this shell
of an existance
She reaches out to me
Helping me?
Pushing me?
I look deep within those onyx eyes
only to see the
wicked sick grin
Wandering through
the maze of
cockroach covered filth
Which I called life
maggots falling
off the remnants
of flesh
and blood
feasting upon the
famine of a
cancer riddled existance.
Which left me gasping for breath.
Carassel going around
and around
and around
With my
memories
offering the most cherished
Laughter
So beautiful.
Lightning charged
paddles grasp for
my soul
abused my life
and love,
aborted happiness
Only to find that in life
I drifted endlessly
And in death my journey
just continues
Born with nothing
dying with less
everything fading away
and still gasping
for a breath
for life
for a second chance
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