Monday, September 8, 2014
Chained
A perect circle of madness,
spiraling with sadness.
The very thing that questions ones sanity,
when he cuts off his humanity.
Wandering sinners,
a world with no winners.
A place where cities are crashed,
and checks are cashed.
Where payment is a form of debt,
where we all are painted with regret.
Foolish words and another broken bone,
where you stand alone.
Fallin skies,
blood shot eyes.
Another forgotten face,
as you lose your place.
Another person wishing they werent born,
another being torn.
Broken nothing but a shell,
because living is hell.
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You really are getting all those dark feelings out, like you mentioned in your Writers as Readers post...I wonder what the brighter, good feelings would look like in your writing?
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