Xion
The Jesus of Suburbia
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- Anywhere but here.
- Seen Sep 7, 2005
Once again, another one of my messed up poems done in my poetry class after thinking how would the soul of some would feel after spending years waiting in the same place, that can hear everyone but no one can hear it, that can see everyone but no one can se it. so I came up with this,
Walking down the hall,
all the lights just went off.
All the doors where being closed,
and I stood there all alone.
For every step another door was closed,
for every wink my heard went cold.
I was alone in the hall of darkness,
waiting, just waiting for that door.
The door that would take me to a new world,
to a place of light and joy.
Help me out,
come here with me.
Take my hand, come with me.
Let me show you what I feel,
let me give you a day being like me.
and together we shall wait,
for another 250 years.
Walking down the hall,
all the lights just went off.
All the doors where being closed,
and I stood there all alone.
For every step another door was closed,
for every wink my heard went cold.
I was alone in the hall of darkness,
waiting, just waiting for that door.
The door that would take me to a new world,
to a place of light and joy.
Help me out,
come here with me.
Take my hand, come with me.
Let me show you what I feel,
let me give you a day being like me.
and together we shall wait,
for another 250 years.