Feeling it all slip away;
No chance to hold onto
What used to matter.
But did it ever or was this belief
Just another thought they
Had planted in my brain.
So fanatic about it;
For me no chance to disagree.
Or even a choice
To make up my mind in the first place.
And now even the rules
They so depended on;
Seem so far off and small to me.
Is this the way you are supposed to feel;
As the world shrinks so small
For my mind to take its place.
Is this the feeling of being free;
Or rather death about to own me.
My voice is no more
And as I look down my form
It seems my mind would seperate then;
And leave behind my body too.
But I would simply regard the scene
And find myself oblivious.
Not much to feel there is so few left;
I might be dying finally.
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That Deep Shit I Can't Live With(out)
Poetry//06.09.2018// EDIT// The new stuff I posted here is deep and thoughtful philosophical stuff and I believe it to be actually good. So please enjoy and please remember: I don't mind comments, especially not the meaningful and constructive ones.
