Feeling so down like a sinking ship
Tears run down and stop at my lip
Sorrowful and morose is what I am
Thinking back to the day it all began
Didn't mean to kill no one
An accident, playing with a loaded gun
Just a young boy fooling around with friends
But nothing I can do now to make any amends
The Grim Reaper swooped down and took my friend
Blood pooling bright red as I watched his life...
No end in sight
Can anybody see me?
Can anybody hear me?
An open wound in need of scarring
Rusting cuts slowly eroding
Still further I fall
Feeling the strangle-hold of the abyss
Taking away flawed breath
Leaving behind, deflated life
Who can hear a breathless scream?
Awash in self pity
Who takes note of a...
Way back in 1815, the poet TW Booker wrote a poem about Torquay entitled well'Torquay: A Poem'.
A century later it was being hailed as having successfully predicted that the town would become a prosperous tourist resort, its hills boasting villas and mansions fair''.
Now, a further century later,...
Your hand around my throat I felt, as down upon my knees I knelt.
Dark eyes staring down at me, an object to hate is all you see.
Unstoppable tears stream down my cheek, love and fear pooling our feet.
Each containing memories, beautiful salty...
MC's lyrical challenge, I feel like I have wrote a lot here!. Maybe someone could make me a chorus and we can complete a song:). Anyway I hope you enjoy, it is a little bit...
Smashed a hole in my head
on the ground,
and tattered, hoary
Then scattered like litter...