a dark poem....from the darkness of my heart |
Forgive this corpse for living For being strong enough to cry But to weak to crush this voice For being to weak to revive But strong enough to keep walking Forgive this dead heart for beating And not knowing the use To perhaps remind me Of what i once was? Alive and beautiful.... Now cold, dead, and rotting. Remind me of a past when i lived? Forgive this constant pulse When this body is lifeless Soul is rotting... But there's a constant 'Bip Bip' In my arm which doesn't belong... Because it's only supposed to exist In those alive. Forgive these cracked lungs for breathing For aching and breaking every day And never stopping despite it For keeping this corpse animated When it has nothing to regenerate it No electrical pulse to jump-start it But no way to finally fall.... Forgive this voice for screaming For trying to reach out But not accepting of help For being cracked and broken And blowing dust from this hollow corpse Forgive these tears for falling When i have nothing left Forgive these eyes for seeing When no one else cares to... Forgive these hollow screams For everything that's gone Forgive this corpse for living... and failing to move on but continuing to stand... These screams come from a lost voice And a broken, dead heart It is fueled by cracked lungs... And echos with a pulse Forgive this corpse for living... When every day is just slow decay And living is just slow death |