accidental suicide

i am who?
i'v been used,
i'v been abused,
beatin only few good memories,
everybody leaving me,
im like a fire in the wind,
eventualy all u see is ash blowin,
im a monster with a concience,
a beast unconchous,
a man with mind that half beleives
beleives in humanity
beleives theres always another warm breeze,
always another season,
always another reason,
i have life ,
but call for the reapers scyth,
take my pain,
release the tears in my veins,
let me pass away to the depths,
cant even keep my breath,
my mind an adventurer,
my body a imposter,
accidental suicide,
if i where to say im free it could be said i lied,
im in a cell made by myself,
im a person i need to forget,
i give advice like a monk in a monestary,
tell ya the truth everyday is scary,
fear, a sense,
one of few friends,
my heart beats only while im needed,
my presence faded,
im still brething,
i cant believe this,
nothing getting better,
life changing like the weather,
for me it never gets better.
i am a slave to this cold weather,
i am an accidental suicide,
but still lives and holds part of his soul inside,


Sunday, March 23, 2008 by jeremy lawrence reed a lost name in a pile of books