The crimson sun fails to rise
On the eastern shore of my demise,
Waters ebb through space and time,
And everybody sees through crystal eyes,
As the barren lands of war-torn minds
Fail to lift one more surprise,
One thing lingers in the air,
The horrors of a mind laid bare.
In the end, everyone dies alone,
In the end cherries wither too,
In the end there's nothing left to lose,
In the end there's nothing left to do.
Yellowfish swim through my hair
As sharks all lie around in prayer,
And the prayer they pray is a timeless void,
But no one speaks of this pointless joy,
One thing lingers in the air,
The horrors of a soul laid bare.
In the end, everyone dies alone,
In the end cherries wither too,
In the end there's nothing left to lose,
In the end there's nothing left to do.
Hummingbirds fly far away
Cos we all are dull we're all insane,
Dinosaurs roam through my brain,
The relics of a long lost pain,
The point is there's no point at all,
It doesn't matter if we walk or crawl,
But one thing lingers in the air,
The horrors of a heart laid bare.
Cherries does not exactly do this poem justice Mathew, it is very good and it flows beautifully down the pain, couldn't find anything wrong with it at all! lol An open heart is a loving heart, springs to mind though! Just to be positive for a change! lol 10 Cherries from grinning at you, happy Tai
I like it. The title draws you in, and the poem holds its own. A 10. -Lydia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! amazing, stupendous, im outta words! That's a very nice poem there Matt keep up the good work!