»Breathless and worthless«
(by Vusi Chris Venus Malala)
Breathless, helpless and worthless
Useless and hopeless
more than that homeless in my own house.
The perfect statue that was sculptured to match the original picture fell apart and I was the victim if witnessing this great fall.
It's like when your hero begs for his life to be spared by the enemy as he realize that his life span is ending.
My sight was blurred
my heart is sad as I'm now left upsurd with one question: will I ever find love again?
If she can't love me, who will ?
With her I was a hero, fierce and fearless but today I'm breathless and worthless.
My pride is taken and I'm shaken for the price I have to pay is more than a token.
The smile that made me walk a mile into her heart is now the frown that locks the entrance to her heart.
My soul is restless and alone I witness the homelessness of my heart.
I'm suffocating to death
Feels like my heart is giving its last beat and my lungs are getting their last breath.
'ts Better to die with your eyes open than never wake up
I may end my mission by changing my direction for I cannot stand this elimination and humiliation love brought me
the end of my mission is the end of my life...
Useless and hopeless
more than that homeless in my own house.
The perfect statue that was sculptured to match the original picture fell apart and I was the victim if witnessing this great fall.
It's like when your hero begs for his life to be spared by the enemy as he realize that his life span is ending.
My sight was blurred
my heart is sad as I'm now left upsurd with one question: will I ever find love again?
If she can't love me, who will ?
With her I was a hero, fierce and fearless but today I'm breathless and worthless.
My pride is taken and I'm shaken for the price I have to pay is more than a token.
The smile that made me walk a mile into her heart is now the frown that locks the entrance to her heart.
My soul is restless and alone I witness the homelessness of my heart.
I'm suffocating to death
Feels like my heart is giving its last beat and my lungs are getting their last breath.
'ts Better to die with your eyes open than never wake up
I may end my mission by changing my direction for I cannot stand this elimination and humiliation love brought me
the end of my mission is the end of my life...
written in September 2008 : submitted on September 25, 2008 : viewed 274 times
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Readers' comments
Miss Pink: U SEEMS TO BE HAVING A BAD TIME LOVING PEOPLE
Ntombi: don't end ur mission there are lots of us girls out here
N.M Booysen: 2 me u r nt worthless.give a chance 2 prove it
Natallie: she's not worth your life,remember someone worth your tears wont make you cry. c u @ da lab
Lance: man,man..y would u do that? just sit her down & talk
menzi: she must've thrown u out of the game
QUEEN M: thats sad,anyway i like your 2nd stanza if gr8
Khwezilokusa Sobuza: applause by my finger tips...
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