I have this poem dying, pun meant, to come out.
My Heart Cries Blood
It is a dark and dreary place
tears stream like rivers down my face
I am in an empty lonely state
and I know nobody can relate.
My heart cries blood from deep within
to put to words I can't begin.
I feel like something good is gone
and I don't know how I'll go on.
No man will love me no one could
for now I have no more to give
I have no real reason to live
and I know I can do nothing good.
Michael Jackson inspired me
I write from the heart so openly
because he gave me a reason to be.
He gave me the strength to go on
now that strength is dead and gone.
No one will ever understand
I only wanted to take his hand
and he could fly us to Nevrland.
I had plenty of pixiedust
I'd bring enough for both of us.
But I've lost all my happy thoughts
I feel like all the good is lost.
Why Does God only take the best
and leave us with the rotten rest?
Why are there only murderers, robbers and fiends?
Why do the wicked rule the world it seems?
Michael was an angel among us here
and I know in my heart he is still near
but I can't help but cry devastated tears
for I loved him so much as never before
and I wanted to be with him forever more.
My heart cries blood today
for my happiness has gone away
the goodness has leaked out like a sieve
and I don't know why I bother to live.
I hope that the good Lord can forgive
the dark thoughts I have today
for right now my skies are dark and gray.
I don't know how I'll continue to get by
for like rain falling from the sky
my world continues to wither and die.
It's lonely, dark and dreary today
My Heart Cries Blood Today.
Siena Iman Vaisa Jackson* (c) 6-25-2009
*Screen name
