Dark Poetry #4 |
Passengers Despair |
UseTheIllusion Member
since 2006-02-06
Posts 223In a state of limbo |
Back home in the darkness...It's been a while. I feel cold like a junky deprived of his wares, My dreams are shattered and I don’t even care, Ideas of reference are interrupting my flow, Where the train of thought goes now, even I don’t know, For all my time on Earth I’ve got nothing to show, Nothing except a handful of mediocre lyrics and poems, So I row, row, row my boat frantically down the stream, Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, I let out a scream, And if life is but a dream than I guess I’m wide awake, To regress back to the junky, now, I feel I’ve got the shakes, If I had my cake, I’d eat it too, but, honestly, what is it to you? There is nothing left to do but procrastinate, It fascinates me, these feelings of haste, I am headed towards something, On a journey to where? But a passive passenger, With endless despair. |
||
© Copyright 2007 UseTheIllusion - All Rights Reserved | |||
chiLanta Junior Member
since 2006-12-01
Posts 47 |
damn i like it a lot! |
||
hunnie_girl
since 2006-06-18
Posts 2567Canada |
wow yah I think so too... damn hunnie ~fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me~ |
||
UseTheIllusion Member
since 2006-02-06
Posts 223In a state of limbo |
Danke |
||
Kira Aso Member
since 2006-09-26
Posts 351Closer to Hell... |
WOOT, WOOT! I totally loved this poem!!! ~Should the truth be so buried in the endless cemetery of broken dreams?~ |
||
Twilight Warrior Member
since 2007-02-22
Posts 106The World That Never Was |
Nice work. Wish you the best of luck on your journey to nowhere. "One last drink and the bottle breaks, returning us to the dust from whence we came" |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |