What would you do if I sold my soul?
If I break down, will you help me up?
So many questions and no anwsers.
Will you end your life when I die?
Or will you keep on living with the guilt on your heart?
I can't help but to scream into the Twilight.
For the emptyness is all that is left of me.
Save me from drowning in my nonexisting tears, and help me see the light that is Hell.
Keep me company in the night, for my dreams will stab my soul to Oblivion.
Help the voice to be heard and let the vision be seen.
If I ended my life, would you stop me?
Would you say it's wrong to end it, that you love me?
Or am I a mindless puppet that you can control with.
The rain is falling.
Can you hear me?
Or am I an illusion that is in the wind?
Save me, for I am the dying innocent of a child.
I let my tears run down my face, to show the world that I am hurt.
I can't understand the meaning of my life, nor the laughter of the heart.
Cry if you will, but remember my words.
Don't smile, when you don't mean it.
Don't laugh, if it's fake.
Welcome the darkness, that hurts the soul, and let it take you in it's embrace, for it's better to cry then to fake a smile.
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A Black Tear on a Pale Cheek
A poem I made and I have to thank my muse, Al, for that>w< Steal it and DIE!!!!Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
