His lifeless eyes look into the distant landscape of some new life.
Life that slipped away from his hands,
Joy that faded inside his weighted soul.
And I look at him with grief
Wondering why was his life so painful despite of my prayers.
Oh, I'm afraid to ask who is he talking to in this cruel loneliness
When only wind whispers a melody of sorrow...
His time has gone long ago,
But his eyes of blue ocean look toward a distant view of the unknown life...
Life he lost in so many defeats
Scourged by the waves of restlessness.
Within his eyes of blue ocean I see these scars
That will remain forever in my soul
In deadness
I will sink
Alone
With a picture of a martyr
Who lived his life as if it wasn't his,
A martyr with eyes of deep blue ocean
In which I sank...
Life that slipped away from his hands,
Joy that faded inside his weighted soul.
And I look at him with grief
Wondering why was his life so painful despite of my prayers.
Oh, I'm afraid to ask who is he talking to in this cruel loneliness
When only wind whispers a melody of sorrow...
His time has gone long ago,
But his eyes of blue ocean look toward a distant view of the unknown life...
Life he lost in so many defeats
Scourged by the waves of restlessness.
Within his eyes of blue ocean I see these scars
That will remain forever in my soul
In deadness
I will sink
Alone
With a picture of a martyr
Who lived his life as if it wasn't his,
A martyr with eyes of deep blue ocean
In which I sank...
This poem has been written in my own style. I prefer free style poetry so this poem does not rhyme.
Enjoy~
Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.
Sanctuary.
I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.
The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.
Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.
Sharp pain shoots through me.
Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.
Pink swirls in the water.
I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.
It stings, but feels good.
The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.
Sanctuary.
I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already pink water.
Tears run down my cheeks.
I feel sick and my eye lids droop.
I feel better now.
My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious
Sanctuary.
~
Enjoy~
Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.
Sanctuary.
I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.
The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.
Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.
Sharp pain shoots through me.
Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.
Pink swirls in the water.
I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.
It stings, but feels good.
The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.
Sanctuary.
I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already pink water.
Tears run down my cheeks.
I feel sick and my eye lids droop.
I feel better now.
My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious
Sanctuary.
~
