A game I can not win

Poetry, who doesn't love poetry.


If I died, would you even remember me?
And what would you remember?
The bad stuffs that were not meant to be?
Or the dance we did in December
What kind of dress would you bury me in?
Would it be white and hiding all the darkness?
Or black as the color of sin?
Whatever you do, please do it in happiness
My last words would be painful
Probably something that would hurt everyone
Never, can I remember anything joyful
With your arms around me all alone
I remember your trembling whisper
and Will remember it before I die
You told me that I'm not a looser
I do not believe what you had to say
Do you even care if I die?
Or do you just bury me in that white dress?
Do i get the chance to say goodbye?
to I get the chance to give you that last kiss?
Angel of darkness come to pinch at me
Lift me up with your big, black wings
Tell me that I was actually meant to be
That I was the one of whom they sing
Please little angel hold me close
Before you tell me that I am the one to loose....
This Is a game I can not win,
So I might as well not try
The angels have taken me for a spin
And I'm beginning to cry
I do not wish to leave you all like this
Yet, I can not decide
So goodbye I whisper in that last kiss
Before I disappear from your sight
Darkness pulls me with
Please remember me as I was
No fantasies or stories
I hope for you to leave me at least
Before these immaculate horrid
When death do Us part
You said one time
But yet, you left me without
Your passion that meant all to me
I am writing this as a goodbye
But please do not be angered
Promise me you will not cry
Or chose to kill in hatred
This Is a game I can not win. . .