I was healing
but now I´m only bleeding
I know your fears
and you know mine
It must be terrifying to look me in the eyes
Maybe it´s because we are poets
Poets and artists
No one really knows about
So unfamous, aren´t we
We will have our miserable lives on our own
Until we must die, young and poor
It takes hundred years to make a big name
And then it´s too late to pay the pain away
Here it goes. Thanx Bex for the idea.
You're welcome, although I believe you were the brain behind the idea. =)
ReplyDeleteThis is what I feel like, truly. I think one of the many reasons I cling onto creating is that I want to leave some kind of mark on this world, so that when I die, there will be something left. I guess this is triggered by my fear of death. It is surprising that we who fear to die are the most keen to injure ourselves - and that's perhaps because we have the greatest need to feel that we're alive?
After all that is what the pain does to us.
I love this piece as my child, especially the first two stanzas and the last line. To pay the pain... sounds just perfect. <3
yeeees, but you wrote first about this stuff. so all credits goes to you.
ReplyDeleteuh, I fear the death too. it was one of my biggest fears when I was 5 years old and it´s still kinda is. (but I fear getting older even more)