A day when there were some power,
And little life left.
I had a night mare!
A night were there was,
Only the cold,
Putrid sight on faith,
Wishing the stars would already fall,
Until one day it stops because...
There is only emptiness in the universe,
It makes your fragile heart and soul break,
Turning into nothing but dust,
Emptying your shell from where you hide.
The blame game is played throughout every world,
And time devours,
Is it time?
Is there any time at all?
Happiness turning in to the opposite,
Wishing for the right but doing the wrong.
Hoping it was your time now!
Not realising how life passes away like a blur.
I dreamt a day when there was no power,
And no life left!
i wrote ths wen deeply depressed my heart clenched an i had 2 write to ease the pain rather than continuing to cut my wrists:))
i want cookies!!!:P(from saddness ^ to this<):P
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Undenying Pain!(emo/gothic poems)Horror
life is all a test, hard, annoying and well a frigging waste. I can't help but feel sorry for those who are like I or dealing with something along the lines. These poems are about sadness, want, comfort all based on lives of emos and gothic beings:) enjoy!:(