My Life

My Life

A Poem by Darqu3ss3
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This was written on the 26/06/2015

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My Life,
A swift turn of events
where smiles are the currency,
A place of my souls own creation.

Where no-one dies,
Where we teach to love,
A haven of peace,
Where angels sing and dance.

Where there is no war,
A place for the entire human race,
Where we can learn to forgive,
A gust of wind, scented with roses.

Where we can dance and play,
Where the stars shine, oh so brightly
Where we fly amongst the stars,
And soar with the birds.

Yet I can't fly
I can't find the haven
I can't smile
I can't forgive.

Quiet, time for darkness to play,
Bring me to life, free my soul.
Show me the way out cause the walls are closing in,
I fear that my times up.

I can't see the light,
I can't find my way out,
The pain is unbearable,
I can't seem to breathe.

You're so far away,
I'm so lost without you by my side,
The world's so cold without your warmth,
You're my lighthouse when I'm lost at sea.

My minds a dark place,
Without your bright light.
You're my one and only
You're my hope.

You're my true saviour,
You left me behind
As I reached out for you,
You turned your back on me.

My life 
A shattered window of hope,
Where nothing survived,
I can't live anymore.

In a world
Filled with ashes
Where war is our only nature
Where peace is just a theory.

where no-one can see me
As I cry out for help
I begged for mercy
yet there was none to be found.

Where dreams are a wanted hope,
but nightmares rule.
I begged for your warmth
yet only the cold survives.

I hope I survive
Cause in the end,
My Life
Is worth Nothing!!

© 2018 Darqu3ss3


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Darqu3ss3
Darqu3ss3

Johannesburg , Gauteng, South Africa



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I love anime and heavy metal... I am currently in my last year in a culinary college.... uh if you want to know more than pm me more..

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A Poem by Darqu3ss3