Sleeping With Death
(This poem is about dealing with depression and feeling alone. Enjoy.)
Is she the one for me God can she truly be
The love she has sometimes consumes me
She makes all of my wrongs feels so right
We exist in the dark when sometime I desire the light
My flash burns for the love of her sin
Her word blocks out the words of the man how dead for men
She comforts me in my deepest darkest nights with a bottle and a 45
She calls me a cheater every day I wake up alive
I never question her wisdom because her word makes things feel right
In this battle between me and her she is winning this fight
Every lonely night I try to find ways not to say good bye
In her words sometime everybody has to die
With nothing to leave behind my name will be forgotten in time
Living in a world where I’m invisible I feel silent as a mime
My days our always night, it seems the sun will never shine
When I’m gone life will go on, without me the world will be fine
Another night next to the nightstand were my destiny lay
With two broken wings I’m afraid this angel will never fly
When the time is time, in my darkest night and when the bottle is dry
With my eyes to the sky with tears in my eyes is when this soul will die
Copyright © Fodner Pierrevil | Year Posted 2009
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