| Saturday, 25 April 2026 | Print
Lay me down.
Let the deep sleep.
Take me.
I am tired of wearing my crown
Let the dead leaves blow.
I am breathing.
My last gasp.
Swallow my sorrow.
And drown, down.
Let my emptiness wash away in my ocean of pain.
So damaged I am, I am not well.
I have become my own spell.
Beating myself in my private hell.
God has damned me.
To be this lost soul.
No perfume of Angels.
No milk of paradise.
I am so alone.
Burning in my own revelations.
No one can hear my screams.
No blue skies no daffodils for me.
No miracles only darkness.
Licking my bleeding wounds.
I will never be whole.
My world burns.
Jesus Christ is but a Ghost.
Does anyone really miss him, the most.
I am so grey.
So are my days.
I am so alone.
Sometimes no one is home.
To see how hollow I have become.
I am damaged.
And beat down no prayers for me.
I am a pitiful creature.
I am so lost inside depression.
No escape no return.
My dark world turns.
As seasons come and go.
I am so fallen.
My dark soul cries.
My dark soul dies.
No one can see deep inside of me.
If they did they would see how much I bleed.
And I bleed deep.
I am just a piece of nothing.
Born to die alone.
No one to share my last words.
I will be lost and cold like a frost.
So alone and lost.
A fallen leaf blowing in the breeze.
A body laying for days.
Before someone finally notices me
But I will be gone.
So dead and still alone.
Copyright@Ronnie Tucker
Posted 10:42 pm | Saturday, 25 April 2026
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