Jealous of the Dead
Dont know why i am writing this
Who is there to listen
Lonliness wraps its fingers round my heart and slowly
squeezes almost to stopping point and callously releases its grip
Jealous of the dead, envious of the silence
and hopeful of the end of pain
Stuck at the party, listen to the vapious conversations of the world
longing for the last song
never wanting to belong
killing myself from the inside out
Cast your stones at me
I will not turn in fear
Rid the world of me
For i am all sadness
Shed no tears for me
Time has slipped my grasp and pain replaced with naught
My pity for the pitiful who simply carry on
I sit here with a single tear within my hand
and pour myself into oblivion
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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