Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight series. That right belongs to Stephenie Meyers. I do own this poem so no sticky paws or I shall smite you.

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Sweet Redemption

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Its judgment day here again,

They just don't know how hard it is,

To live each day, one lie at a time,

Voices murmuring a lost lullaby.

Vanished and gone, left me to death,

Wishing each moment was my last breath,

Break into pieces, slowly fading each day,

Yeah, I think I'll run away.

Hush now child, I must not cry,

No more tears, at least for tonight,

The scars might sting, but a story they tell,

About this life that that I call hell.

I've lost all existence since you left,

Reality and nightmares, a sudden rift,

Consumed by torment, slowly fading each day,

Yeah, I think I'll run away.

Nobody hears, my whispering words,

Nobody knows just how much it hurts,

So numb and hollow, I know why,

Why this feeling won't subside.

What good is heart, when there is none to share,

Those three sweet words are all I hear,

Your musical voice, slowly fading each day,

Yeah, I think I'll run away.

They know that I'm not really there,

They know this because of when I stare in the mirror,

My reflection is broken, shattered, and scarred,

Who knows how to mend a catatonic heart?

This hole in my chest will never heal,

Anguish and sorrow are all that is real,

I'm barely here, slowly fading each day,

Yeah, I think I'll run away.

Who is going to save me, now that you are gone?

The night still sleeps, but I'll disappear by dawn,

Rocked by the ocean for an eternal sleep,

Plunging and spiraling into the deep.

An icy embrace, a welcome home,

Merely just a piece, an epitome,

Of you my love, slowly fading each day,

Yeah, I think I'll run away.

Sweet redemption, your voice so strong,

I love you my dear, but I'm afraid I'm lost,

The current is restless; I give up the fight,

Willfully drowning, the decision is right.

I won't resurface again I'm afraid,

By the time you know, it'll be too late,

Salvation is mine, slowly fading each day,

Yeah, I think I'll run away.