My heart is tired I’m dead, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending


Good day, goodbye, so long
Haunting whispers in my ear
“Return to me”
My eyes are gleaming 
I can’t look back
Sprinting toward the edge 
I’ve finally earned my wings
Your whispers turn to screams
“Promise me you’ll return”
This, my rebirth, takes hold of me
Domineering blackness
Out shed of the innocents
Without the lies that blanket me
Called away, no promise to survive 
Stop your foolish please 
I cannot look back
Where I go is where I die 
Be there when I land  
Posted: 2006-05-27 20:05:58 UTC

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2006-05-28 03:36:17lost the lonely dead
you should read 'i wont say goodbye' i liked this so i wrote a response to yours

2006-06-15 16:50:17Faith
Beautiful, very well done!