Lonesome Death
I have a thing with death
although it can not be clearly seen.
Look closely into my eyes
and death is what you will see.
I hate this feeling of emptiness
but I will never show my fright.
Why is it so hard for me to love?
Why would I rather die?
A heart that is filled with pain,
but my feelings I will not show.
Would I prefer to be deep inside the grave
than for others these feeling to know?
I will always be full of apologies
because rejections of my love I fear.
I don't want to die a lonesome death.
I wished that some one had cared.
by Dedlypoet
Until We Die
E-mail me at Dedlypoet@prodigy.net in the meantime.
Please come back soon and visit me.
I have a thing with death
although it can not be clearly seen.
Look closely into my eyes
and death is what you will see.
I hate this feeling of emptiness
but I will never show my fright.
Why is it so hard for me to love?
Why would I rather die?
A heart that is filled with pain,
but my feelings I will not show.
Would I prefer to be deep inside the grave
than for others these feeling to know?
I will always be full of apologies
because rejections of my love I fear.
I don't want to die a lonesome death.
I wished that some one had cared.
by Dedlypoet
Until We Die
| E-mail me at Dedlypoet@prodigy.net in the meantime. Please come back soon and visit me. |