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Sophia Maria Oct 2010
breathing heavy
hold it steady
almost ready

close your eyes
ask God "why?
please, let me die."

lower the gun
this life isn't done
it has only just begun.
I don't know how I feel about this yet.
Sophia Maria Mar 2011
You've done it again,
tried to jump in.

Emotions take a spin,
you wanna dive in.

Seeing me sink down,
saying "it's my turn now."

Seeing me drown
as you make your way down.

Always your way,
always the same.
Sophia Maria Mar 2011
Feel your heartbeat,
feel your pulse,
feel the blood flowing
through your veins.

Take a bite,
rip the flesh.
Taste the blood,
make a mess.

Feel my love,
feel my breath,
feel my love bite
tear through your neck.
I don't even really like this at all. Oh well.
Sophia Maria Mar 2011
I hope you're right
I hope it's true
that all my love
was meant for you.

One day I'll realize
that there's only you
and it just may be possible
that I always knew.
work in progress.
second stanza was unplanned so its not as good.
Sophia Maria Oct 2010
I'm swimming in this abyss
drowning.
An abyss  filled to the rim with
dark depressing liquid.
I'm trying to find a way out.
You come along,
trying to dive right in,
trying to swim with me,
drown with me,
hold my hand as I sink lower
and lower
and lower.
But I just want to find my escape.
Find the ladder.
Find a ledge.
Get out and dry off.
While you float aimlessly for days,
staring after me.
Creating your own abyss,
your own depressing waters..
by yourself.
You sink lower
and lower
and lower.
As I stand there
dripping,
watching,
staring,
waiting to see if you ever find your own way out.
I hate this poem, but i love my thought and analogy behind it.
i hate the wording.
it sounds like I'm trying to hard.

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