L onging for a saviour,
I 'm in need of lifting.
F orlorn and in danger,
E ver more just drifting.
T here's something coming close,
H e's there, up in the distance.
E veryone, they're ghosts,
N o more, is my resistance.
D ark and deadly reaper,
E ntering my sight.
A ffirming all my fears,
T opping me with fright.
H ow long will it take?
that I just don't know,
i feel my will just break,
and my soul's about to go.
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Twenty five year old male from Sudbury, Suffolk, England. I write poetry, quotes, songs and the rare story. Thanks to all who follow, like or re-post xxx
A man rushes, fast brushes past, trees and leaf and broken branch, His name is Time, his destination; mine, and yours.
Lost in the crosswinds; stranded at sea. Stuck in a room without a key. How I wish that I could be free. If only it was the truth to be. A sun rises in a colorless sky.
I want wings. Like an angel. The freedom it brings. So I can fly. Up so high. So I can forget. That one day I will die. If I can reach a cloud. I won't hear a sound.
Emptiness does not hesitate Does not speculate From a vast and bleak abyss It radiates Casting shadows upon that which it incorporates Laying waste As it expands and desecrates And then erasing As it...
Reality stings like the rose of a thorn, As harsh as a rider's whip, As cold and as cruel as the vast Winter's wrath, And as chillingly rash as a hit.
I have seen you, Death In your many forms. I have walked in these Shadowed valleys before.
Your life, a sheet of paper, And death, a raging fire, That turns to ash the words you write, And scripts, anew, a liar.
Has the f word in a sentence I quite like..
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