I don't know what is going on
with every passing hours
within each noise
I feel closer. . .death is approaching.
I don't know when these tear drops will run dry
don't know how this pain would break away
Now I'm dying with this freak emotional disease
It's venom sucks down my creepy being.
Without the answers and keys, I think there's no enough reason for me to live
Closer and closer, death is approaching.
Images of untruths and lies still prevails
and yes,
There's no time to accept such reality.
My eyes are running out of vision
and my heart them slows down from beating
I feel closer, death is approaching.
Before my time cuts down to tell what's meant
as my last breath goes even deep,
I want your light to free me from despair
For I am dying here in the dark,
I can't wait for another day.
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.