second note, by Eric
|
"SECOND NOTE"
WAKING UP
IN MY POOL OF BLOOD AGAIN
WHY IS IT THAT EVERYTIME THIS
HAPPENS THE LAST THING I REMEMBER
IS YOU
I BANDAGE UP THE CUT AGAIN
CLOTH DOWN THE POOL
RETURN MY KNIFE TO IT'S SHEATH
TRING TO FIGURE OUT WHY
THIS IS HAPPENING DAILY
I TRY NOT TO THINK TO DEEPLY
BECAUSE I DON'T NEED THE THOUGHTS AGAIN
BUT AFTER THIS HAPPENS I FEEL REBORN
BACK INTO THIS HELLISH WORLD
AND MAYBE THAT'S WHY
BUT YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND
AND MAYBE THAT'S WHY
MAYBE IN A SECOND NOTE
IT'S THIS CUTTING THAT
HELPS ME TO FORGET |
Posted: 2006-10-14 02:27:43 UTC |
This poem has no votes yet. | To vote, you must be logged in.
|
To leave comments, you must be logged in.