Another Sleepless Night

ill take it all away

the next day im gone

shattered glass

the bullet missed its mark

pain shooting through my vaines

but the bullet never hit

what pain is so unjust

burns my insides apart

but ill rember the day

o how every word i say stumbles at your feet

never to be read only to be lost



gray skys encomber me

running away from the start

raceing twords the finish

im at the start again

just a different race

the sun falling on the horizon

time slips away with such grace



so this is what it feels like to be a faliure

betrayal in the hearts of many

nobody sees the breath fleeting my body

my eyes are numb to the day

only incite it my heart, cold as stone

so desperate

cursed be thy name



all the stories left untold

my hopes and my dreams

couldnt take me there

i have failed

why are these thoughts here

all you fuckers hate

stay back away

your one drop in a statistical ocean of people



if i only knew how to take time back

stop the seconds

halt the minits

fight back the tears as i look into your eyes

these tear staind eyes say it all

but youll never know

the end is near

how do i tell the angels

lost in thought

its just another sleepless night

and the voice keep asking why

i speak my hear

give what i have to give

take this and hold it tight because its all i have left

give till theres nothing left of me

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I dont know what it is about your poems that just draws me in, but you definatly have a tallent, Why do sad poems and stories of emotional pain bring each of us a strange kind of pleasure?