Hate Me... Cus i Do

Rookie (3/17/94 / sartell)

Time Of Death - Poem by Hate Me... Cus i Do

so many city lights
too many cold dark nights
jumping of it now
will solve my problems how
i just want an end
not wanting to pretend
my life is but a joke
these lies that are provoked
but every kitchen knife
will try and take my life
the bitter sweet sorrow
of wating til tomarow
im standing on the edge
cars race below this ledge
face down i lay in pain
for what i want was want in vein
cars stop racing below the depth
my body soon be laid to rest
men begin to sit and stare
there looks i can not bare
emptiness consuming me
my thoughts, my beg, my plea

Comments about Time Of Death by Hate Me... Cus i Do

  • Rookie Greenwolfe 1962 (4/24/2008 8:58:00 PM)

    I just don't believe your view is this dark. Your tone is one
    of some hope in the shadows of despair.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Abha Sharma (4/24/2008 7:16:00 AM)

    A kind of life’s pessimistic view is reflected…but I think every problem has a solution…escapism wont help…the pain in the lines is evident…..
    well expressed…has a cathartic effect (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 23, 2008

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