My Dark Gravestone I will apologise, For losing myself, Put you against the wall, I fired a gun called hate, Shot the bullet right through myself, All because of you, A prayer for my soul, A prayer for me, Before I die, And you will cry, At my bleeding wrists, Another day, Another chance to swing from a rope, Drinking cyanide alone, Do I have no hope, But perhaps I'll have some friends, When you place a black rose, Atop my dark gravestone. thoughts please...
this is very dark and i am not sure about the feeling i get from this one. but i think the words used are fitting for this poem. i really like this part. it shows great thinking. good work!