To Be Lost

.:lost:.

if only at that moment i had known his meaning
my mind reeling but capturing no footage
my fingers stealing, precious space on the keyboard
typing...aimlessly
if i had only felt what he had said
then i would know that he felt dead
not only just the words he said, he didnt know inside
where was i he wondered constantly
where am i now because im not here
feelings fill inside of horrible dispair
and no life can be seen from the core of my eyes
silent...oh as silent am i
when i can scream and no longer do
walking in the empty halls at school
perferable silence, perferable empty space
dead from the rest of my race
just
     f 
       a 
          l 
       l 
   i  
      n 
         g
into nothingness like the leaves
colored bright pretty colors 
to be dead, oh dead
dont paint me up pretty
ill do it myself
with ribbons on my wrists 
to cover the blood inside
gruesome zombie girl
laughing at all the world
just d
         r
            i
        p 
    p       
       i
           n
       g
blood is just dripping
and left for dead is all i said 
with my eyes, stealing
stealing all i know
what 
       do
            i 
               know?? 0.0
walking
im just walking through the forest of my mind
its mad, its sad, tis happy sometimes
when maddness fills the air with a stench of blood
.:lost:.
and we cant come home
                    .:lost:. 
the meaning i now know
when it is my name
when its all we know
to be .:lost:.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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