deepundergroundpoetry.com
Time To Breathe
I can hear the sounds of the blades
drowning out the world
the noise, the senselessness
what does it all matter to me
I've my own distractions
and distractors biding at my time
but is it really my time
or a sentence to live in a trap
where there's no way out but death
but is death out and if so
is life in
I like to believe I'm in
reality, not just living thru fantasy
where everything's the written word
and life is left to bleed out in the night
I don't know
wrong, right
is there a line,
what if I cross it tonight?
it's time to live,
so call or come over
I'll show you again
what it's like to breathe
drowning out the world
the noise, the senselessness
what does it all matter to me
I've my own distractions
and distractors biding at my time
but is it really my time
or a sentence to live in a trap
where there's no way out but death
but is death out and if so
is life in
I like to believe I'm in
reality, not just living thru fantasy
where everything's the written word
and life is left to bleed out in the night
I don't know
wrong, right
is there a line,
what if I cross it tonight?
it's time to live,
so call or come over
I'll show you again
what it's like to breathe
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5
reading list entries 1
comments 6
reads 425
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.