A glistening tear runs down a child’s face
As they lie awake in the cold dark rain
Love and happiness are a thing of the past
As you fall your dictator laughs at your pain
You fall asleep and realize
You’re falling down the rabbit hole…
But into a distant hell
One of your own making
Life burns back into your soul you are weak
You can feel it in you beaten broken bones
The end is coming for you
And you can't keep running
Crumbling under the pressure
Closing your eyes
As you let yourself die
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
A glistening tear runs down a child’s face
As they lie awake in the cold dark rain
Love and happiness are a thing of the past
As you fall your dictator laughs at your pain
You fall asleep and realize
You’re falling down the rabbit hole…
But into a distant hell
One of your own making
Life burns back into your soul you are weak
You can feel it in you beaten broken bones
The end is coming for you
And you can't keep running
Crumbling under the pressure
Closing your eyes
As you let yourself die
This was my first poem from back when i was only like, 10, so i know it is horrible, don't remind me.