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Darkness
As the nighttime approaches death calling my name I wallow in sorrow with no one to blame like the plant I am watching slowly decay I hear her voice calling from so far away memories are faded and voices so dim I think of a place I think I have been the plant will remain as food for another plant that grows from the ground I am under Like the plant that will wither and soon I'm sure die life blood is draining from it and from I the leaves they will fall to the floor just like tears and soon be forgotten the withering years life will continue life will go on long after the plant dies and I too am gone no one will notice there will be no void alone and forgotten the dreams we destroyed the next generation seeded so well shall curse and shall damn me as I burn in hell
CRY
I cry-everyday
my broken heart will never heal
I cry-every night
I know you are there I can feel you
Still I cry
Lost cold alone
I hurt
your body exists, yet you are lost
anger
Why? WHY?
I am here I am here
and I cry
all the time
for you
ONLINE
Enscripted, encoded, hidden from view
anything and everything, nothing too
running in circles treading water it seems
backwards up the hill, no ends to a means
unlisted, unable to make that call
uneasy, uneven, starting to fall
rolling, rocking going nowhere
thought it was here, must've been there
sing about nothing
telling not a thing
lost in the music
unable to sing
inline, online, into the black
information superhighway, never coming back
onetime never mind no need to know
sublime, feel fine time for us to go
The Empty Chair
5AM I sit and stare in the corner at Mom's empty chair
Although right now she only sleeps, the thought it still cuts me deep
In the corner alone and dark, the storm that brews still leaves its mark
The journey long and filled with fear and I for one am glad you're here
I know in my heart and in my head, as you lie sleeping in your bed
One day you will no longer be, and the empty chair is all I'll see
It scares me fills me with such fear, the thought of you not being here
We were not so close when I was young, now so far and close we have come
In your head dark scared and lost, to bring you back I'd pay any cost
I awake today and I wa
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