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Every step that i take i feel someone Howling my name in dispair.
Every breath that i take i feel a baby crying for its lost mother.
Every bite that i eat i feel a hungry child crying out for my help for crumbs of food
Every child i see i hear a mother crying and weeping for her lost baby praying to god for one last peek at her child before they're departure
Every Word that i speak i taste the taste of rotting bodys of past spirits and loved ones and others loved ones.
Every Thought i have i think of me.. i think of death i think of deaths.. am i really that much? decapitation, Murder, Fornication,diseases,starvation, Adolation.. The deaths.. and sins of our kind.. Is this the end? or the beggining?
- Title: My Dieing Soul
- Artist: Berauscht
- Description: A poem on my feelings.. I'm in a rut in my life and i am trying to use it and force it to move and shape into passion for poetry.
- Date: 07/03/2010
- Tags: dieing soul
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