07-02-2007, 02:58 AM
Lost________________________________
(December 30, 2006)
Where am I?
Why am I here?
Why does my vision seem so unclear?
Who brought me here?
I wonder quietly to myself
It feels like a cold, dark hell
There's water on this ground
The sky is gray all around
I'm losing my strength to breathe
Footsteps sound near
I'm overcome by fear
I look up to find you
Your face is pale
And your eyes are blank
As I silently wait for you to explain
You bend down on your weak knees
And your cold hands touch my face
I anxiously question, "What is this place?"
You tell me "it's okay,
Soon you'll be in a better place,
Your wish to leave this city
Will be granted without leaving a trace"
This is not how I wanted to leave
Where are you taking me?
Put me down
Let me go
I want to stay
The end was never meant to be this way
One last breath…
-sayonara-
I'll bloom as the poison flower
and become the flower that blooms again.
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