I have a vampire story that I'm supposed to be working on today, but it's obvious I must not want to do that since I keep writing poems instead. Here's a new one that's damn depressing. I'm not depressed, though, so go me.
Wandering, fading away
Leaves flutter and fly
The tree is broken, decayed
While this chill wind dies
I place myself on the ground
Resting these grave limbs
My thoughts in tumult, unsound
With images of him
He will not know, my chance lost,
My chance to say gone
My breath shivers, puffs of frost
Release a sad song
Wounded in my pride
Why do I always hide
Cover feelings with a smile
Pretending I'm fine for awhile
When will the mask slip
The walls crumble and rip
The emotions out, released
The despised lies finally cease
I am so tired on this earth
So frozen, so sad
Unsure what this life is worth
What joy can be had
I would leave here, get away
Yet nothing would change
Inside of me all is gray
Bitter, jaded, aged
Just a dead tree without leaves
I'm starkly outlined
I stay here until I freeze
When snow blankets me
Wandering, fading away
Leaves flutter and fly
The tree is broken, decayed
While this chill wind dies
I place myself on the ground
Resting these grave limbs
My thoughts in tumult, unsound
With images of him
He will not know, my chance lost,
My chance to say gone
My breath shivers, puffs of frost
Release a sad song
Wounded in my pride
Why do I always hide
Cover feelings with a smile
Pretending I'm fine for awhile
When will the mask slip
The walls crumble and rip
The emotions out, released
The despised lies finally cease
I am so tired on this earth
So frozen, so sad
Unsure what this life is worth
What joy can be had
I would leave here, get away
Yet nothing would change
Inside of me all is gray
Bitter, jaded, aged
Just a dead tree without leaves
I'm starkly outlined
I stay here until I freeze
When snow blankets me
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