Figureinthedarkness

A bleeding chest begins to rise. Hands clenched Hair drenched He slowly opens his eyes. There he sits On the tile For a while Regaining his wits. What'd he do to deserve this fate? Still alive Here to thrive Within' this world of hate. A voice within' this deathly gloom To give the truth Of venemous proof That this is not his doom.

The drip, drip, drip of blood Slow breaths Of a million deaths A pool as thick as mud. Footsteps on a tile floor A cry of pain A feeling of disdain Breaths heard no more. A voice of passion from the dark A low tone For a word unknown Creating a new life's spark. His life in her hand On his chest, He has no rest His journey again spanned.

You see my face You see my eyes You see my mask My great disguise. But who sees When I am me? Who is watching? Do they see? I see myself I see me great My life is pain When we debate. We argue profuesly I must admit Till one is shoved Into the pit. I always climbed out And so does me We fight some more Furiously. One thing though We must agree We trust not the world So we trust we. Love from her I must admit will seel me and I From this crazy pit. When its closed It wont be long Before this division Will be all gone. But since I'm here I'm all alone this division   Is carved into stone. One on one We fig

the seduction she incaptured me with has all but devowered me I love this feeling, but it's killin' me its almost like a myth. She is my god that holds me sane she is the life thats in my breast she is the cure for my past. she is the passage from my disdain. I only hope that it will last. this might become part of the past a past i might in time regret or a future that in the stars be set .

 I don't want to slip into the hole i was in before the dark abyss that engulfs the world is taking me in and when i fall i will continue. Falling and falling until I die at the bottom,when i land. I won't be able to see i won't be able to feel. my only hope is my hands grab something strong and i make an assent to the top again. The walls will be muddy from the rain which will be falling into my eyes . I fear to hear my friends' screams as they fall after me. If i can i'll grab one or two. If i slip all those below me might fall too. If i get to the top surely i will be unable to get hold of something. I may find the hand of a friend or a pe