tired! <br />oh so tired now <br />of all this deceit <br />tired because <br /> i know now <br />what your hatred has <br />done to me <br /> <br />tired! <br />of wanting to call you <br />my sweet <br />and having you <br />look at me <br />with this same <br />apathy <br /> <br />tired! <br />oh just to close my eyes <br />to simply lay down <br />and surrender this fight <br />this pathetic artless <br />desperation <br /> to stay alive <br /> <br />tired! <br />the bells they chime <br />so prettily, they rhyme <br />with the ticking of this time <br />withered heart of mine <br />and i feel my soul sadly <br />sigh <br /> <br />tired! <br />the lights seem dimmer now <br />and your movements <br />as you composedly sip <br />your wine <br />seem to become some <br />sick lullaby <br />wish i could usher in <br />the urge to cry <br />upon my sad demise <br />but the blessed tiredness <br />envelopes me in a shroud <br />of cool grace <br />with which i silently <br />slip away <br />goodbye.. <br />goodbye.. <br />goodbye.<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/part-three-poisoned/
