The End
Alex
05 Feb, 2012 01:21 PMThe knife upon which I so strongly hold. The grave thoughts race as I was told. Within so deep I wish to penetrate. Feelings have come as I begin to shake. The lives I've spent and taken away. Will all be repaid in this mournful way. These hands of mine grip oh so tight. The closing eye see such a beautiful light. Is it heaven upon which my name does sit? Or does hell hold my soul in its deep dark pit? Slowly does it, gasping for air. Falling together but yet not a pair. Soul and body no longer as one. Heaven or hell, here I come.
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Post a Comment23 Nov, 2012 02:37 PM
the writer of this creation must have had great tragedy in their life to bring this out into the open so others may benifit from its meaning.i say more poets should read and feel this heart ach for its truth and honesty from the heart.i say the person that has written this creation of dispare should write more of their feelings so others may benifit from the meanings they display in their words they write.ty is all i can say for the heart and feeling put forth in its meanings.