Månadens dikt

It starts with one.
The beginning, the origin.
The dark tones are the deadly poison, but you reach heaven on your way to hell.
The question is the answer, so I will never ask.
Ignorance may be a blessing, but I am not satisfied until the end.

Softly words are whispered to me.
They flow in the wind like my thoughts around me.
She wont listen, I know, but at least she could try.
My last breath is taken, and I’m waiting for you to come and get me.
Save me from this madness and from all the things that I’ve created.

Why wont you forgive me?
And why wont you even try to see?
Am I that awful?

I am loneliness itself, infecting everyone around me.
I am betrayal, kissing everyone I can.

This isn’t the only thing I’ve sacrificed.
I gave too much away, and she won’t give it back.
So please, spend one thought for freedom, and one breath for life.
Give one tear for sorrow, and a drip of blood for life.
Exchange one laugh for happiness, and one scream for life.
Surrender one kiss for love, and me for death.

And that for I am the evanescence.
I am the shadow of life.
I am the powder of fantasy, kept in you’re lungs as you are breathing.