What is Left to Cherish
In a whirlpool of dreams , I'm dragged under the seashands of God reach out and save me please
I feel the breath of the reaper , hells eternal sleeper
creeping in to take my soul to the flames keeper
All i face are lies masked in disguise, bastard demons try to rip out my eyes, no place to cry , now i just crawl see me bleeding on the wall , falling into oblivion my mind just seems to stall
I can't face reality, how far is eternity , the beauty has evaded , my mind obliterated by the choices Ive made all the drugs I've taken, has my identity been mistaken , I'm not the man you know , why don't you show me the memories you hold deep inside , so I can press on with life, and thank Christ that I didnt take a knife to the chest and lose my breath , covered in blood facing death hope is all thats left
What is left to cherish in this life of broken dreams, nightmares and murder scenes , everybody seems like the enemy. Everyday facing a war, bloodshed spilled on the floor, no hearts left to adore- genocide the world wants more
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