T H E L A S T R I D E As through the lonely streets I drive, I feel that sunshine left my life, And all the joy will be no more, My life is nothing but a bore. I'm by myself and all alone, Feel no desire to go home. I feel so lonely I could die, Because her love was just a lie. She hurt me badly deep inside, Her true emotions she did hide, Instead of love she just felt hate, But I loved her - that was my fate. While I could feel a fire burn, This feeling she did not return. One single word destroyed my hope, With this I can no longer cope. And thus I start to scream and shout, But all in vain - there's no way out. I've lost my faith in all my friends, But that is on what life depends. So to suffer I am damned as lust for life for me is banned. I feel the torture in my head, And I think, soon I will be dead. I feel like blind because a tear Is in my eyes - but there's no fear. This is the last ride I will take Tomorrow I will not awake. (c) by Phil, a.k.a. one of THE POETS OF DARKNESS this poem is dedicated to Katharina
Reason for writing:
I wrote this at 4 o'clock in the night, after I came back from a dark but beautiful party...
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