I had a dream that I couldn't find.
Filled up in a world full of crime,
In my dream I heard the bells chime,
For the pain you caused has crossed the line.
And now I'm here wondering why I wrote this rhyme...
To be so depressing.
And realizing that fear is what I should be supressing...
Instead of hiding it all in the back of my head.
So now I'm waiting for the demons to crawl into my bed,
And wake me up and toss away Ned,
But cram that, I'm getting nothing instead,
Being starved when I should be fed,
But somehow I'm still alive, when I should be dead.
Right now, I'm running before they cut my head.
You failed me now, I lost the trade,
So now I face the music of the rhythm I made,
But I can't fall, I can't just fade.
And I feel so let down, feel so betrayed,
'cause you left me behind, but still I stayed.
Now I'm feeling so dismayed...
And now I know that you're what I hate,
This ain't fear, this ain't my trait.
It's never too early, but now you're too late,
You never used a calendar, you never set a date.
And now I'm here denying my own fate.
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Lacking Life
PoetryExactly what it says on tin. This poem lacks life, joy, excitement, a childlike wonder. Instead, we have this whiny brat yelling at shadows. Enjoy.