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After i'm Gone

Poetry By: American Roulette

this is about well.. make it what you want it to be about.

Submitted:Oct 19, 2011    Reads: 1    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

what are we faced with an ultimatum,
there is no choice there is no freedom,
just darkness there is no dreaming,
there is no being just a total mess,
of my emotions deeper than oceans,
my thoughts so potent in the nighttime sky,
as i close my eyes for a better vision,
with such precision there is no life just coward lies.
im tied down to the thought of my demise,
its stopping me from living my life,
they solve you problems but they cant solve mine,
there is no witness its never ending ,
it takes one soul at a time,
and when it takes mine ill be hoping and wishing,
for a place I can call mine in light and time,
for a distant message while im submitting,
to this weak existence with pain so vicious,
i want to feel my last breathe before i die,
and when the day comes i hope you'll be there,
don't you cry or wonder why im gone,
is it just me or do you have a problem,
that it takes them a month for them to move on,
after your gone


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