The Spectator
I am a spectator
Of this game we call life,
An island of calm
Amidst chaos.
Once in a blue moon
A player will fall,
And I will take her to my island
To heal her soul and body.
I fill the gaps
Left by others
As I take the darkness away from her
And make it my own.
Her wounds healed,
I let her go.
She doesn’t look back;
They never do.
Bit by bit,
My heart grows darker.
Yet those that come in my presence
Can only find light.
I am the spectator,
One that watches from the shadows.
Remembered by none,
Always alone.
I am holding a knife;
It’s pointed at my heart.
12 inches of steel;
My key to freedom.
My nearly black heart,
Pierced by the cold metal,
Becomes completely black
For once and for all.
I take my last breath,
Wondering if anyone will remember
But none does
As I take darkness from this world... to oblivion.
Subject: my new poem, it's called the spectator ^_^ 
Wed Aug 27, 2008 6:28 am
