Post by sirmavers on Sept 15, 2009 20:52:52 GMT
Never done anything like this before, only do poems, but thought I'd try something different. Bit creepy, don't take it to seriously pleeeeease.
Well I said the time would come eventually, it was inevitable. Here I am sat, on that bridge so many of you speak of crossing, well it seems I never got round to crossing it, so I shall perch myself here and kiss you all farewell. I shan’t go without telling why I leave you.
I am deserted by everything that should hold me by their side.
I feel that I’ve been forced into the clouds. The pain I lay through was the pain everyone else in my world was blind to. The pain that seemed to be purposeless, without reason, stayed closer to me than anyone that should have loved me. To put things into perspective, imagine yourself on top of a cloud 10,000 feet in the skies, the feeling is almost orgasmic, the clearest air you will ever breathe is rushing through your lungs, but then all the bastards that you have kept at bay for 17 years come up from behind you, gag you, tie you up, and kick you down to deaths dirty ground. Imagine that, not nice is it? Well that is what I have dealt with.
I didn’t ask much, yet to everyone it seemed more than too much, money be a joy to a sinner, and all saints shall only crave love. As I once said myself, for every heart that bleeds, for every heart that cries, for every heart that lonely, there is a place up in the skies. I head there haste, my time on earth is through, look what your hate has done to me, it’s torn me away from you. These words I dreamt up where the only words that kept me going, though all whispers where pessimistic, they did put into perspective, and did tell me what my fate would be. Early curtains.
Don’t take this seriously, if I remember correctly it is the second time it has come to this, the first time round some fool caught me before I had chance to leave. I hope I’m more fortunate this time, perhaps I’ll finally get sung to sleep, perhaps finally the glass will smash. This is my wish.
One promise you must all make me. Never forget my name. I want to live on, not physically, since I cannot bear waking up every day with an empty heart, but I must live on with the words I spoke. Please do what everyone has so far failed to do with me, and think about me when you wake up, think about me in your sleep, hear me on the phone, and see me in the mirror, I’m on the other side of the street.
Hope this made sense; if I didn’t then maybe I’ll get another chance if something goes wrong, AGAIN!
Bye bye.
Well I said the time would come eventually, it was inevitable. Here I am sat, on that bridge so many of you speak of crossing, well it seems I never got round to crossing it, so I shall perch myself here and kiss you all farewell. I shan’t go without telling why I leave you.
I am deserted by everything that should hold me by their side.
I feel that I’ve been forced into the clouds. The pain I lay through was the pain everyone else in my world was blind to. The pain that seemed to be purposeless, without reason, stayed closer to me than anyone that should have loved me. To put things into perspective, imagine yourself on top of a cloud 10,000 feet in the skies, the feeling is almost orgasmic, the clearest air you will ever breathe is rushing through your lungs, but then all the bastards that you have kept at bay for 17 years come up from behind you, gag you, tie you up, and kick you down to deaths dirty ground. Imagine that, not nice is it? Well that is what I have dealt with.
I didn’t ask much, yet to everyone it seemed more than too much, money be a joy to a sinner, and all saints shall only crave love. As I once said myself, for every heart that bleeds, for every heart that cries, for every heart that lonely, there is a place up in the skies. I head there haste, my time on earth is through, look what your hate has done to me, it’s torn me away from you. These words I dreamt up where the only words that kept me going, though all whispers where pessimistic, they did put into perspective, and did tell me what my fate would be. Early curtains.
Don’t take this seriously, if I remember correctly it is the second time it has come to this, the first time round some fool caught me before I had chance to leave. I hope I’m more fortunate this time, perhaps I’ll finally get sung to sleep, perhaps finally the glass will smash. This is my wish.
One promise you must all make me. Never forget my name. I want to live on, not physically, since I cannot bear waking up every day with an empty heart, but I must live on with the words I spoke. Please do what everyone has so far failed to do with me, and think about me when you wake up, think about me in your sleep, hear me on the phone, and see me in the mirror, I’m on the other side of the street.
Hope this made sense; if I didn’t then maybe I’ll get another chance if something goes wrong, AGAIN!
Bye bye.
