Untitled 10 - Poem by Ryan ...
There's a dead life inside
like a puppet on a string,
remains hang in a pool of hope.
angels ghots, induce angelic waves.
As your future is blugeoned down,
stained with eulogys of angels.
look back as your past is crumbling
makes you think you're everything they did you for
Like to take some time, close my tired eyes
Clear away everything I've planned
Was it that, life that decayed
for the shape that it's in
As Days hang me from sunsets
solitude is a second lifetime,
It's not hard to fail
it's not easy to win
did I breath to much,
did my lungs fill with fear
did I see to much
could I dissapear
there's nothing left but visions of fear,
waiting to hang me, from its hands
to choke until cold.
I'm about to die, won't you clear away from me,
give me strength(wings) to fly away.
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