Michael Robertson

Under The Black Desolate Night Sky - Poem by Michael Robertson

Death is a blessing that I desire
Hate the world, so very tired
Apathetic, I no longer care
There is nothing left for me, and nothing left that I want but one thing
The only thing still holding me up, the one I love forever
Distant, the suffering of this inability for us to be with each other
Become one with the stars, under the black desolate night sky
Escape this world, it's full of parasites known as humans
The human race, a disgusting disease with no cure
The only thing I want, I can't have
All I want is to be with her, why is that so wrong?
She saved my life, plans to kill myself stopped when we fell in love
Today was my chosen suicide day, but I'll never leave her
We'll beat this distance and I'll be able to smile again

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  • (9/9/2010 10:24:00 AM)

    such a sad poem, full of so much sad remorse. if only we could always be with the ones we love... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 29, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 31, 2011

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