Death..
It feels like we're dead
It seems we're never alive all this time.
The air I breathe,
I don't know if I still have it
And you,
the only image of my vision
Now blurred and fading. . .
Illusion
I hear death speak for a sudden as my life slowly stands to its peak.
I'm alive
but this life was struck down out of the blue
So I feel it's dead.
It seems like we're dead.
My soul and seeming body, it's numb
It feels to be numb.
The air, my breath
Your image, a vision.
So blurred that I'm gasping to see my way again.
It feels like we're dead
and we're never alive all this time.
-_-_-_-
2010
YOU ARE READING
I Predict A Riot
PoetryFelt like your brain nearly collapse and your heart's dying to explode because of things you can't tell straight thinking nobody can get your point?? Guess that's the sign of when it all started. And there goes the 'riot' residing in you.
