July 20th, 2009
Some people are helpless
That’s not me
I’m going to be saved
The angels will come
I will be free
I need help
But to admit that
Is to admit I have a problem
But admitting my problem
Will save me in the end
Or maybe I’ll just drown more
Hollow veins
Blood runs dry
I’ve been emptied
I gave you everything I had
Those black eyes
They took my soul
They sucked me in
And this was no game to be playing
But I played
And I lost
Now all I see
Is colorless
Black blood
Draining me
Black eyes
Watching me
Red skies
Taking over beauty
And it’s gone
The lights go out
I lost my faith
Stolen from my weakened grip
I held on ‘til death
But I had no choice
I was in no condition
For a tug-a-war against you
I’d only loose
I’m only weak
And you have it all
My lungs are empty
I’ve lost my air
And taking my last breath
You left me there
And with my wings
You flew away
You left me here
To die this day
Doll Poetry 