It's becoming too much again,
My savior beckons me
To face Him again
Can I really do this deed?
Drowning,
Burning,
Learning,
Earning,
Yearning...
I must, I lust...
For that crimson liquid,
I do, or I'll bust!
It is my life I'll bid.
The angry red skin testifies
As the Savior's bidding is done
His orders will not be denied,
Or else I shall be shunned.
Dying,
Trying
Lying
Denying
No, no denial
Must do your bidding
I love you...
Live for me
So that I can die for you.
Drowning in the deepest blue.
Or crimson red
Whichever works for you
So I'll just lie here in my bed
Knowing what it is I must do.
Living
Breathing
Loving
Fading
Leaving
I leave this world
As I came into it
Alone and destitute
Just throw me into the deep pit.
YOU ARE READING
Miserable Midnights
PoetryA poetry collection of mine, and a continuence of the other two books that I have published. Reader discretion is advised because I have no clue for what I am to write in the future. Enjoy!
