Creative Works By J.W. Coleman

[Forgotten Hero]

October 7, 2007 R.I.P.

Never have I been so down and low
But my tears I will never show

Drink, Drink I away
Hoping memories of you will astray

It seems to only get worse
So I begin to scream and curse

Always wondering why
Still I never cry

They say I hold to much in
Talk they want, But I dont know where to begin

Room spinning
Sickness begining

Confessions I make to the toilet
It allways say I'll get through it

Now awake
Half past eight

Head throbbing, Legs sore
But still I'll continue to do it more and more​

 

[Forgotten Hero]

Can't wait.

My time has come.​

I know the hell that awaits me.

I'm not afraid just impatient.

Wonder if I'll see you there.

Maybe we can suffer our sins together.

It wouldn't be hell if it means I got to see you.

You left and now I come.​

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[Forgotten Hero]

Mistake

Watching the seconds go by on the clock.
Tick' Tock'

Counting the minutes away.
Right up till my dying day.

The knife cuts deep.
The blood trickles down slow.
The light fades.
Red is the only color that shows.

I drown in my own misery and sorrow.
Hoping for a better tomorrow.

The world stops spinning for me.
As I sit there going weak in the knees.

Last Words,
I have none.​