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Empty Cradle

Poetry By: bloodwriting

just a poem...

Submitted:Feb 21, 2010    Reads: 95    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

The darkness crawling in my heart..
makes me wanna throw my good out..
and now its taking over completely..
making me throw my life out..
my heart, my mind
in my body I find..
these memories getting washed away..
getting flushed away and making me empty..

Making me so cold...
my mind's so frantic to make me whole..
these memories...i want them back...
Just give me a break..just come cut me some slack..
Im a person..not a machine..
Im falling...cant you just stop pushing..

as i stay huddled in a corner..
I realise Ive made myself a loner..
My body's become cold and empty...
and my eyes have lost their warmth already.
this darkness is eating me up constantly...
i fear there is no cure for this insanity..
these memories once gone...wont ever come back...

Making me so cold..
My mind's so frantic to make me whole...
these memories..i want them back..
just give me a break..just cut me some slack..
im a person..not a machine...
Im falling already...just stop pushing..
Im over the edge and there's nothing to pull me back..
not even my life..
which is now..an empty cradle..


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