there's a memory lingering in me
it's slowly draining till i'm empty
it's keeping away the people i want
throwing away the life i've sought
each morning i wake up, drenched in sweat
i look to my side but i see that you've left
i shut my eyes and escape from reality
to reclaim my now lost sanity
i'm not there, and i don't care
i see your image everywhere
silhouette of wicked people
filling kids quite full of evil
i never thought i had a beginning
never a chance to end up winning
i need a drug to forget the life i hold
i need a song to forget the lies i'm told
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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