A little piece about the sickness of mankind, the sickness we bring upon ourselves.. Though it doesn`t look like we`ll ever recover from it?
Thankfully we have hope?


The Sickness

Hold on my heart
Be there in my deepest pain
Hold on my heart
See what has been kept dark

Oh how my heart
Has been hiding it form everyone
Oh how my heart
Has let this illness grow

And all our dreams are left in the portrays of darkness
We hide memories to destroy ourselves
And in every dark hour they appear
To make every sense of worth die within us

Oh how our lives
Are dedicated to being sad
Oh how our lives
Are being held prison by our pain

I see too much
I can see you bleeding from inside
I see enough
To write a book about your endless hurt

And all our hate keeps piercing hearts
We protect ourselves, inflicting pain
To everyone to close for comfort
We cry of loneliness, when they're gone




Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2007-09-28 at 23:25

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