Fallen

((Ugh; my first ever goth poem. I really do apologise for inflicting all this upon you.))

A broken heart can hear my cries,
Destroyed inside by these endless lies.
Another day, I try to fly.
Falling down, prepare to die.

Fallen
I’m screaming
Yet I’m barely breathing
Darkness
Consuming,
Surrounding, confusing.

Bleeding the tears of a lonely death,
Dying inside and religion won’t save me

I look to God to heal my wound,
But he’s resting now in an empty tomb.
I feel no life running through my veins,
Driven inside by the hollow rain.

Fallen
I’m screaming
Yet I’m barely breathing
Darkness
Consuming,
Surrounding, confusing.

Bleeding the tears of a lonely death,
Dying inside and religion won’t save me

Bleeding the tears of a lonely death,
Dying inside and religion won’t save me