Founder's Canon
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ever have I needed help
I’ve always made it through myself
But this time I doubt I can take it
And no longer can I fake it
No longer can I cry at night
I’ve lost my strength and will to fight
I just can’t take it anymore
I hate this life, I hate this world
I hate how people always leave me
How they are so apt to deceive me
And the way that life repeats
My tragedies, and my defeats
If this is how the rest will be
Then now would be the time to leave
Take the key and turn, unlock
Slowly open up Death’s box
Bring this hell unto an end
And break me before I can bend
Flashing pictures, life and dreams
Until from this body I’m free
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