An Immortal Poet and her Photography



poetry - Blaming Myself

I am standing here, on the clouds of grey
Within these planks of hell
Caught amongst a shaggy well
I hung my soul
With my leather belt

I wish not to leave
My life in peace
So I could be with you
Where you were buried

I kill to live
But I can’t do so now
As I’ve come to realized
I live in a massive sin

I regret far too much
To forgive myself
While withering in the dark
As I succumbed myself
In a tighten murky jar
As a fallen star
Beamed into my eyes
I’ve led many to cry
And I was the reason
They suffer and die


LauriesAsylum shared these thoughts...
Posted 2008-Jul-23 @ 02:56 PM

This poem is so sad...

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