Here I write another rhyme, amongst the broken time.
I drown myself to sleep, just to dream of you.
If I continue to weep, will we begin anew?
No time for farewell, as I close my eyes.
Down into darkness I fell, as I whispered goodbyes.
I feel the broken dreams, scratching at my heart.
I continue my broken screams, until I fall apart.
If death could breathe, it would live through me.
I cannot help but to believe, this is the end I see.
The whispers surround, drowning me in regret.
The end is what I've found, 'tis Death I've met.
I've written these last notes, in my final moments.
This misery I forever tote, confines me in silence.
I've left this note to help me get through, my feigning suicide.
I've always loved you, but now the angels have cried.
I promise I'll remain true, yet somehow my hope has died...
Copyright © Steven McMorrow | Year Posted 2009