A night blanketed by mist
Not like other nights that have past
Tonight is colder and quieter.
A hooded figure roams the empty streets
Door to door collecting what others have thrown away
Heartaches and heart breaks
Even happiness that others neglected
Memories they prefer not to look back to.
The unwanted feelings
Things that have been erased
The hooded figure takes them all
Bury them not in cemeteries
But someplace else.
A flower about to wilt is just as beautiful as the one blossoming.
People don’t acknowledge it, but there is beauty in death too.
Pieces I am, pieces
To break someone’s heart, is murder in itself
I feared the night and screamed at the daybreak
I knew no happiness
And was never contented
I drained myself of love and emotions
I was chaotic
Close to insanity
The world was crowded
The good was never rewarded!
I did all that but never really lived
In truth, I was pronounced dead everyday
Outside he appeared to be jolly
Inside he was feeling hollow, empty
He could feel something creeping in his mind
It was dark, cruel, tempting, and unkind
He tried to ward it off, tried to fight it
But on days when he was awake and alone, he contemplated on it
Don’t think him too weak, it was a battle no one could see
It took over him so his life he took a finality
He bowed his head and there himself he hanged
The darkness he could no longer withstand
If my life were taken today,
I wonder what you would say?
Would you tell me you love me?
Or would you say you were just being friendly?
Would you cry and hold me until my last breath?
Will you be sad because of my death?
If I died today, is there anything you’d like to say?
The earth covered me
The blackness consumes me
Eternal resting place, found me
While I lay still beneath the mud and dirt
Back to dust
I move on
And so it is
My hands are numb from the cold
No heat can ever warm it again
I am slipping to no return
Hoping to find peace that’s everlasting
I can’t feel my hands anymore
I’m going, somewhere
We are but dusts that pass this earth
We often times die without knowing our real worth
We live and die
Most of the time unable to say goodbye
We often forget the value of our timed life
Too busy getting through our daily strife
But we should remember that we’re not meant to live forever
We are but dusts in this earth,
Meant to live then die
He was here
He felt like it was forever
But it was only for a moment
He who felt could live forever