Every Day I Die

I cry yet do not weep The remnants of my pillaged decaying heart Lay in the putrid foul gutter deep Beneath your feet Cursed at birth wounded throughout life Feeling the hurt of countless stabbing knifes A mere puppet torn this way and that Deflated emancipated buried Feeling lost lonely and crap So much love to give I spend my life in darkness and limbo And do not live Time goes past So fast I lay here in my cocoon And lick my wounds On the dark side of the moon Lacking affection and tender care I reach out but still no one there No lovers head nuzzled gently upon my chest Do rest No pleasure no relief I mourn my passing with so much grief Unwanted unloved unlovable I rest my weary bones In the freezing gutter my heart no home Waiting anticipating my impending fate Won't someone rescue me Before it's too late As I slip closer and closer to oblivion. Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Aug.