Alexander De Meo


Gone - Poem by Alexander De Meo

Violate,
annihiate,
terminate,
obliterate.
All the things this nightmare's done,
all the places I can't run,
only things that you can see,
will be all that's left of me.
Crushing everything you know,
destroying everything you see,
there's not much left I have to show,
annihilate what's left of me.

Exterminate,
incinerate,
infuriate,
intoxicate.
All the things this nightmare's done,
all the places I can't run,
only things that you can see,
will be all that's left of me.
Crushing everything you know,
destroying everything you see,
there's not much left I have to show,
annihilate what's left of me.

You have the power to save me,
but is there enough of me left to save?
You have the ability to end it all,
but is there enough of me to end it for?
You have the strength to chase away my fear,
but do I still have fear to chase away?
You have the power to stop my nightmare,
but do I still have a nightmare to stop,
or am I too far gone?

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 12, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 12, 2008


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