Tale of Suicides
Pull the sun down, watch our world burn.
Would they steal the crown, the destiny we yearn?
I'm running towards death, though we've met before.
One last breath, is held in store.
In this world of violence, who could save the day?
Feel the chilling silence, and decide what to say.
One at a time, heart attacks are revealed.
Is this war a crime, murderers cross the field.
Spill your secrets, as they flow through me.
Count your regrets, for none wish to be.
Hold still the time, yet I'm no longer waiting.
As you read lifes rhyme, do you feel yourself hating?
Solemn words, you foolishly spoke.
Love's absurd, on the thought I choke.
The broken song, plays on my insides.
Do we belong, in this tale of suicides?
I'd give anything to leave, anything to survive.
Yet I cannot believe, I am alive.
Cut out my heart, with our shattered dreams.
This miserable story shall start, when I hear your dying screams.
Climb your way to Heaven, or down the stairs to Hell.
I'll laugh again, as I catch the tears that fell.
The stars shine, as my smile begins to appear.
Now I'll dine, on your morbid tear.
If only for one night, if we weren't together.
I thought I'd fight, and help the ties sever.
I'll cherish this moment, with the ability to create war.
Time to repent, thats to leave you sore.
I'll drown the city, in despair for the past.
You'll feel no pity, for this love shouldn't last.
Now you're screaming, at the top of your lungs.
Should've been redeeming, as the sacred voices sung.
Copyright © Steven Mcmorrow | Year Posted 2011
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