Vacant And StainedAll I ever wanted to be was a shadow...
An image along the edge of the night.
Instead I'm cursed with purpose and a fortune,
Trying to make a home of a vacant life.
My eyes are stained with emptiness from nothing,
And the blood inside my vein is turning gray.
I'm living in the dream I never dreamt about,
Just waiting for the sun to go away.
Is it too much to ask to be invisible,
To let me hide in the back of my tomb?
I don't want to walk BESIDE my funeral again,
With confetti and night-black balloons.
I am just a bullet that should stay in the gun,
Because my hands have been red since you died.
You know that all I wanted to be was a shadow...
When I said I was happy, I lied.
Poetry by MaybeMemories
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Written on 2005-09-02 at 00:46
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