|Dark Poetry #5|
since 2011-01-30Posts 243
I want to scream.
Instead-- my arms bleed.
I want to sleep.
Instead-- I do nothing but weep.
Sanity is a difficult thing to keep.
I want to be okay.
I want my demons to go away.
Instead-- in my mind they play;
A place where they plan to stay.
I want to be free.
However-- you cage me.
I want to smile,
to make me worth you're while.
Instead-- you throw me out into a pile
And I'm rushed down to hell in a line, single file.
I want to make a sound.
I want the world to stop going round.
However-- when the lights go down
Nothing but terrors can be found.
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since 2008-06-19Posts 1435
Sanely and sagely descriptive. It feels so real.
·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· "Look! Crumbs on his jacketses... Heeee took it!"
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