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    There's Noone

I'm no one
No one
Not to be seen
I have come to see
I'm dead to the world
Loved by no one
Hated by no one
Missed by no one
If I was to die
There would be no flowers lying on my stone
There would be no sad tone
There would be no one
I'm cold and alone in this burning hell
And there's no one to tell
Reaching out I would
Searching threw the fog I would
Screaming their names I would
If I could
Locked up in this cage
This shell
I've surrounded myself in stone
The cold is leaking threw my walls
There's no one here except for a mad man
His cries echoing deep in my mind
My mentality is breaking
There's no air
I'm choking
My eye's are sealed shut
It's so very dark
There's nothing to be seen
I wanna reach out and touch something
But my arms are tied to my rotting flesh
There's nothing here to touch
My soul wants nothing much
But to me free
Let me out of this grave
Don't leave me here to stay
Help me find the way...

© Rick Edgell, 6/4/99

Sweet Angel I Would Never

Clouded mind, dismal thoughts
Crows take flight in this dark night
String limbs cling to skin
Strange things craw out in the night
Behind the curtain of black mist
I stand on my thrown of might
Heart broken she came
Through the gates of heaven
Straight into the plains of hell
Tell me sweet angel
Tell me the words I want to hear
Through my deranged and twisted heart
I felt the deepest pain from within
Sweet and tender flesh lies inside
If I could I would
I like what I see
Though I fear I will
Hurt the one I wish to have the most
I slip away into the palms of hell
Just to stay away from happiness
One taste and I would never leave
So I hide from her heart
If I was to come closer
Would she crumble
I live with the deepest pain
In the center of my heart

© Rick Edgell, 1999


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