My bittersweet Hell
I don't like the world today...
or maybe it's simply
my own ambiance that I despise
there's so much...
so much hurt that weakens me to my knees
the soft thumping of my heart
is the only assurance I have...
that my heart is still there
the day's have been Hell...
a carousel spinning in slow succession
and when the nite comes...
this Hell does not rest
it's simply Hades in dark eclipse
I stare into my eyes
pale orbs set in morbid doom
wondering just how long I could rust...
where has this life gone?
September 20, 2004
Insomniac
Poetry is my destruction, my obstruction, my suicide.
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Just been watching James skate, and hanging with Adri and Adam. Not too much exciting stuff...I dunno what to think about anything right now, so I'm just going to take a break from it using my brain...I need to write tonite...I just wish this would become clear...whoever's lying just needs to admit it. There's no point in hiding the truth...it only hurts....and tears my heart in pieces...
Take Care
Insomniac
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Thanks Meg. I really do appreciate the fact that you enjoy my writing. It helps give more meaning to my words...
i still dont quite know how you write your stuff , but its still damn good.
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