Dead

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Dead

The funeral starts, the people cry

and yet I feel so cold.

They look at me, I wonder why?

These stares are getting old.

 

One by one, they talk to me

They say to rest in peace.

I feel so trapped, I'm not free

and yet I'm wrapped in fleece.

 

I try to cry, I try to scream

and yet I'm never heard.

It's my soul, I can't redeem.

I never speak a word.

 

They lay me down, into this box.

My family wonders why

the man above, dumps the rocks

why did I have to die?

 

I worked so hard, to do what's right

I screwed it up with Meth

so here I am, I lost the fight.

I created my own death.

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Mrpoetry commented on Dead

10-02-2009

good poem venom, that's a warning to everyone that if you mess with meth, you will end up with death

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Venom637’s Poems (35)

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Curse from God 0
Tainted 2
Gothic Christmas 1
Shattered Souls 1
Blank 2
I am darkness 0
I could only try 1
Broken 2
Cloak 0
This is it 3
My prayer 4
Escape 2
Alone 2
Tainted 2
Succubus 0
Reflection 3
Twisted 1
Stripped Away 3
Dead Man's dance 3
Darkness Rang 1
One Thorn 2
Life 1
Insane 0
FairyTale 0
Lost 1
Mislead 0
Dead 1
Dead once more 2
The roses were red 2
For the life we live 0
The Last Rose 2
Against my will 2
The Color Red 3
Sea of Lies 5
Ten Black Roses 9