It

By happilydepressed

When will the sceaming cease
When will our minds be at peace
Never, a faint voice from the darkness so bleak
I've bled so much i feel so weak
Won't you find me a quiet place to die
Pick up a stick and stab it in my eye
Find a rock and cave in my head
I know the ending it's a book i've read

Now staring from the forest floor
Blazing in sky are the stars that will shine no more
This would be a proper final sight
If i'm lucky i'll be taken in the light
I fear the morning and the new day
Another struggle to struggle a new way
And if it finds us it's too late
I welcome death before that fate

And in the distance the twigs snap as leaves russle
I'm in no shape to tussle
But it can't end like this 
Me shaking and my pants full of piss
I will not enter the night in silence
Only the sun will bring the morning and an end to the violence
Now run for your life and i'll make this final stand
I turn around and my heart is in it's hand




 

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Copyright 2020 happilydepressed
Published on Thursday, January 28, 2021.     Filed under: "Horror" and "Poetry"
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