between my left and right chest i feel strain
the lights dim in the room, and in my heart
i feel pain, and turmoil and terrible things
even a parable can't bring me out this peril
god's sparrow can't even sing, it's a bee sting
deep within, it's terminal and no one cares
i look up and see emptiness, no one is there
to meet eyes, to me, I'm incomplete, i'm
invisible like air, time I seek but i'm weak
and death surrounds me, whether real or dream
i was born alone and alone I be
i hope to see spring turn cold into heat
what is truly real, what I truly feel
is truly nill, nullified and void
an open space of silent noise, Lord
please save this soul of mine I cry
i don't know who i am now, I lie
i need your hand to hold me down when i
can't stand on my own, what is it to die
i feel it when i open my eyes



The End

put this is in tha poem forum or somethin

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^ I have to agree.

You fucking emotional queer. Yes, I do know your homosexual.

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doomsday ur sig is fuckin retarded about the pope...man u r dumb the kkk strings up catholics the same as they do to blacks

The sig is dope. The KKK should string up you.

alright poem...............shud put it in the poetry section for proper feedback and shit

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redbull who told u to get off my nuts?..now get bak on