Stone cold with my stomach turning,
I was hiding away form myself,
Away from you,
Like nothing though something was terribly wrong.
I admit that I was only waiting for the right time.
The right moment for you to look away,
Though you never did I'd pretend to follow,
So I can look where I don't belong.
I remember every word you said,
Come back here time,
I remember I was so beaten and pitiful.
And I know as I hammered those nails into your beautiful hands,
Your eyes they tried to search for mine,
But I look away.
Now your eyes are the only thing that can save me,
I'm still afraid of them piercing.
Your breaking into my prison,
By suicide I walk away.
Nice, nice poem moni like most the the first line.
Wow...I liked it alot.It was a bit dark,yet truly wonderful.Awesome job Vincent. :)
I'm glad you all liked it. If you can't tell, I'm a bit deprived of inspiration...
a little on the dark/macabre side but a good poem anyway.
Nice poem man, keep up the good work.