M's Poetry
The Rapture
In the veins of the bright lights
the hate is starting a fire
shooting up in the flames
is these emotions that stayed too long
rupture the wall around my heart
I feel so lost....
I am shaking now
and you can't save me
forget what momma said
every bird in mid-flight is calling out my name
before it hits the window and it sings the rapture
Without a second chance
or a opinion that has weight
I inject the needle
that holds my fate
the air is thick now
with everything left unsaid
regret became my capitol
so wrap me up in this dirt
and six feet under sounds just right
now its too late
to turn this off
alone is all I can see
even when I felt this close
it's just a lie I believed
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
the hate is starting a fire
shooting up in the flames
is these emotions that stayed too long
rupture the wall around my heart
I feel so lost....
I am shaking now
and you can't save me
forget what momma said
every bird in mid-flight is calling out my name
before it hits the window and it sings the rapture
Without a second chance
or a opinion that has weight
I inject the needle
that holds my fate
the air is thick now
with everything left unsaid
regret became my capitol
so wrap me up in this dirt
and six feet under sounds just right
now its too late
to turn this off
alone is all I can see
even when I felt this close
it's just a lie I believed
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
