|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
What's Left Of Me...
Contributed by
Alexa_Bachtel
on
Thursday, 19th November 2009 @ 02:54:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
|
My life is on the line...
My life is on the line...
Emptiness of these rooms
Makes you wanna scream,
Shades along the walls
Bring you back to memories
About that pain, which
You've exchanged on to be free...
And I try to play this game,
Bettin' all over again
Losin' my life completely
Second after second, day by day
To finally get free
And pick up the pieces of
What's left from me...
My life is on the line...
My life is on the line...
This game takes all your powers
Year by year, hour by hour.
You squandered it all... but
Keep on play your part.
This game has no rules
You feel the slowdown of your pulse,
You lose your life, but you're still playin'
Ya still bettin'...
And I try to play this game,
Bettin' all over again
Losin' my life completely
Second after second, day by day
To finally get free
And pick up the pieces of
What's left from me...
My life is on the line...
My life is on the line...
Your life is the play,
And it's the price you have to pay,
Year by year, hour by hour,
You're losin' everythin',
But you're never,
Never gonna win.
But I try to play this game,
Bettin' all over again
Losin' my life completely
Second after second, day by day
To finally get free
And pick up the pieces of
What's left from me...
23.11.2008
Copyright ©
Alexa_Bachtel
... [
2009-11-19 14:54:20] (Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment. That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
|