Alone, in despair i lie.
Yet I do not care
I just breathe in this vile air
And sing a song into the dark
I feel the hatred running down my skin like a deadly lotion
My heart set this game in motion
My minds sea and my soul's ocean
Corrupted dreams, and nightmares that are stark
Shades of sinister hopes fill my eyes
Tears of detestation flow down my face as I cry
Fear controls my actions to whatever I try
I walk alone in this alley of deserted hopes
A cry from my voice yields hopes to pass away
I live these damned nights to the horrid days
Walking in a shadow of loss, here is where I stay
I cannot handle this, I do not like this, I begin to loosen a rope
I tied it onto the ceiling
A noose I begin constructing
This is where I will stand dying
No fears shall I keep
I pull the noose around my neckline
I stand upon a chair, when I jump I shall loose my spine
Upon my body the vultures will dine
A loss to my family small, a loss to my friends small, a loss to myself, deep
Poetry by Aaron Leaton
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Written on 2005-06-23 at 20:27
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Despaired Thoughts
I live in despairYet I do not care
I just breathe in this vile air
And sing a song into the dark
I feel the hatred running down my skin like a deadly lotion
My heart set this game in motion
My minds sea and my soul's ocean
Corrupted dreams, and nightmares that are stark
Shades of sinister hopes fill my eyes
Tears of detestation flow down my face as I cry
Fear controls my actions to whatever I try
I walk alone in this alley of deserted hopes
A cry from my voice yields hopes to pass away
I live these damned nights to the horrid days
Walking in a shadow of loss, here is where I stay
I cannot handle this, I do not like this, I begin to loosen a rope
I tied it onto the ceiling
A noose I begin constructing
This is where I will stand dying
No fears shall I keep
I pull the noose around my neckline
I stand upon a chair, when I jump I shall loose my spine
Upon my body the vultures will dine
A loss to my family small, a loss to my friends small, a loss to myself, deep
Poetry by Aaron Leaton
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Written on 2005-06-23 at 20:27
Tags Grief 
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