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I think I'm trapped inside a cardboard box of memories,
And every living moment kills me further,
I don’t see anything any more,
I can’t be anything any more,
Should I stand and forsake my own fate for those who mean nothing to me?
I want control – and I need it,
If it’s the one thing I can take, so be it.
Does it ever end and when can I see you?
Let the bitter wind take what has been taken,
Leave me to rust in Devil’s desire, in which the plan holds me to which hath killed me,
I don’t want to go out today, now or tomorrow,
Possibly not ‘til the end of time.
Let me rot here – what has left has left,
My pen barely touches the surface of this black hole,
My heart daren’t go where it is doomed to show,
The irony of a death sentence forged on tainted paper;
Is far near to the enemy at hand.
I truly see, the gallows of fate await me,
If I refuse custody, can you blame me?
Will you please turn a blind eye and let me use the gun?
- by Babel Pish |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/15/2014 |
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- Title: Beyond Comprehension
- Artist: Babel Pish
- Description: I've decided to finally share some of my poetry with the world, because I'm cool like that. I think this is about half a year old, actually, but I'd had it saved on my computer for ages, and it's probably the best among them. Yes, it reads like a mixed babble of thoughts. Yes, that's just my style/the way I roll. If people like this, I may share and write more, if people don't, well, I'll keep it to myself.
- Date: 09/15/2014
- Tags: beyond comprehension antisepticlovesong
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Twigsatronics - 09/16/2014
- Great work. I wish more submissions were this cohesive. 5/5
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