The Death of Me

What it is, I cannot see.
nor figure out
for the life of me
I search and search
but nothing found
this emptiness
has made it’s rounds
I’m all alone
but I can’t breathe
I hear the shadows
from underneath
they call and call
aloud my name
I try to hid
but slow, they came
i run i run
towards the light
in hopes, to find
a keeping sight
i seek i seek
but nothing more
I’m blind, the light
was nevermore
they call and call
aloud my name
I run and hid
alone in pain
BUT NO! NO!
I SAY.
TO LIVE IN FRIGHT
IS NOT THE WAY
the death of me
is mine to take
to give the soul
a mind to wake
Let be, the taking
of my life, the door
to the Angels
and the lost Lenore.

- Yen Hoang
11/14/2010
12:26 am

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