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Stuck with myself

Alone in a small park a bright summer night
Reliving times without these demons to fight
Inhaling the smell of summer rain hitting the grass
Watching the beautiful nature as the hours pass
Enjoying a sip from my seventh tepid beer
Remembering easier days and I wish I was there
In the glimpse of an eye I've grown so old
And everyone around me has grown so cold
I often find myself awake in a dream
I've got the future and the past but I'm stuck in between
Surrounded by beauty in this park so bloomy
Yet I can't help feeling so hopelessly gloomy
I crush the beer can in my hand and close my eyes
Imagining the moment of my own demise
I can't go back nor can I move forward
Wanna find some peace, does it have to be so hard?
I guess I'll have my tranquility the day my body gives in
The moment my heart stops I'll be cleansed from sin
I've tried so hard but I can't make anything feel right
So perhaps when everything turns black I'll finally see the light




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Publicerad 2014-04-07 23:11



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