Coming Down
By Syn
An Ode To Myself...about myself.
once you die
you no longer bleed
and crimson drains
out from your dreams
the scratches fade
leaving scars
the bruises turn
into who you are
the trek is done
and you realize that
nothing matters
but what youve had
its too late now
to turn around
as silent screams
drift from your mouth
its too late now
to say goodbye
as you wipe dry
tears from your eyes
its too late now
to close your eyes
as you pick up
the dirty knife
its too late now
to breathe the air
in hopes that I
will always be here
its too late now
to dream of life
and reckon with
abandoned lies
its too late now
its too late
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Copyright 2005 Syn
Published on Saturday, January 29, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Coming Down"
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On Sunday, April 16, 2006, Mahakala
(209) wrote:
made me think of things i have missed...
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On Friday, February 11, 2005, DarkWolf
(415) wrote:
"Every breathe leaves us one less to our last.." Dream Theater lyric.. your words were quite unnerving and stalking. The repetative "It's too late" brought that feeling home well.. -Michael
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A former member wrote:
Very good write.. - Holly
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A former member wrote:
loud and clear...your words come alive on this one... great write
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On Saturday, January 29, 2005, Syn
(76) wrote:
Thank you :) -Syn
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On Saturday, January 29, 2005, A Broken Soul
(81) wrote:
the format was a bit choppy in a sense, but the content was excellent! it reminds me exactly of how i feel, are you sure it wasn't an ode to me? lofl. ^Autumn^
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On Saturday, January 29, 2005, Syn
(76) wrote:
In the choppiness, I wanted to create somewhat of an uncomfortable feeling...Did it work?
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A former member wrote:
Yes, it worked. I think you did a great job.