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POEM 50 - The Circle of Life
I look back on my life, And I notice something strange, I don’t learn from my mistakes, My mistakes seem to be the same,
I tell myself I won’t fall in love, Because it hurts me every time, But I find myself doing it over and over again, Repeating each lyrical rhyme,
I need some help, I really do, But I can’t find my way back through, To the time when I felt, What happiness was all about,
Emotions run through my veins, Like rain over a cracked windscreen, And I find myself every night, Waking up in the night to scream,
People have moved on from me, I’m an unimportant part of society, But I remain in guilt of the past, Drinking myself to death and attempting to stay free,
Over the years I’ve noticed, How to interpret someone’s feelings from the way they act, But I can’t show mine in an appropriate way, A devil’s curse, a hidden pact,
After Shock, vodka, wine, All these things seem to keep me sane, My head feels light, but heavy at the same time, Until hours later I begin to feel faint,
Someone help me, Break down the walls that block my mind, Or leave me wasted in my bedroom, Staring at the ceiling with my eyes in bind, As continues the cycle of life, A process only ended by the speed of a knife.
Yeah, this is basically what I've just noticed.
DaleLuck1313 · Thu Jul 10, 2008 @ 03:24pm · 0 Comments |
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