Colourful

A condradicting poem. Can get confusing. >:]

You're waiting in vain,

while I'm in pain.

Head spining around, and around,

finally we both hit the ground.

Oh look- there's blood everywhere,

look what we've done my dear.

Oh no, heres a tear drop,

it made my heart stop.

Now I'm dead,

and in your head.

What a bright day,

You see it? The moon is out to play.

Now I'm walking around like a wind-up doll,

going down a giant hall.

Where are you?

I'm alive, here I am.

Come get me.

I'm burried six fee under,

and all I see is black and white,

in my colourful coffin.

 

 

Reviews

[Aludra]

Aw..
;---;

This poem is contradicting, but beautiful in it's sense yet sad at the same time.
Agh, my comment is contradicting now.