Emo Blood Poem - He Is Not Coming
The winter wind blows through my hair
Night-time coldness filling the air
I turn my head to see behind me
He is not really there, the love I see
I can smell the fresh scent of pine
The Crystal Stone Bridge,
Covered in ice
Should I dear to cross it?
What if I slip…
This bridge could mean death
So I close my eyes and hold my breath
In my mind, the thoughts are spinning
It’s not a dream, he’s real, he’s coming
My legs are moving, I open my eyes
I had made it half way by the time I realized…
A sudden panic came,
Fear ran through my veins
I could feel the sharp pain
I had fallen but happened to catch the edge
Hanging on, so weak, it’s getting too hard
Do I even attemp to call out?
If he is real, he still is too far.
So silently I hang there, hardly alive
He is not coming, I’m not meant to survive
Memories… can you tell me what they are?
What was behide the making of the scare
Let go for me so I may fall to rest
From here, dying would be for the best
by Della
