I close my eyes and wonder when lifes true goals were lost from SIGHT//
Tryna pinpoint the time that life took a downward SLOPE//
I sometimes envision suicide- my lifeless corpse hanging from a ROPE//
Then I hear the angel on my shoulder and know that sense is SPOKE//
My mind replays my memories like silent movies- no sound is UTTERED//
I open my ears and try to catch the words as they are MUTTERED//
I imagine they're sweet things, nice things- but are they REALLY//
Or are they evil voices, speaking threats against the ones that I hold DEARLY?//
It's my mind playing warped silent movies- the only one I FEAR IS ME!!
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-- Thu May 12, 2011 5:18 pm --
2nd attempt at poetry