Well, I guess I should get posting. I really really would like feedback on this!
Breathe My Last
Locked in a cell Too tired to yell As I lay on the stone cold floor Everything’s black I want to go back I can’t take this pain anymore Then to my delight A sweet ray of light A little more hope to live Then I cower in fear Down my cheek falls a tear Once again it’s time to give Dragged out by my hair Guards stop, point, and stare At the prisoner being taken away Thrown around like a doll Through the dimly lit hall With my vision beginning to sway I’m thrown down line last time On stone covered in grime The blows come hard and fast My heart starts to slow And it’s then that I know This where I breathe my last
Poet of the Wolves · Sat Sep 15, 2007 @ 11:44pm · 1 Comments |