I sit quietly in a packed well lit room
But my mood is backwards like doom
I question this harsh dark depression
It keeps buildin while I keep stressin
Hearing Tech N9ne say he feels low
I whisper queitly I feel your pain bro
I wonder why she left after all this time
Went thru so much hell it should be a crime
Livin one step above homeless in a dirty hole
Surrounded by bugs that feed on my dying soul
Gotta job that barely pays enough to get by
Can't afford to live and to strong to die
Lost in multiple levels of emotional pain
Wondering what the darkness has to gain
It tortures my heart and soul with no rest
Why should I keep going is this some kinda test
Maybe I'll wake up and feel better tomorrow
Instead of suffering thru these Shades of Sorrow
When I lay down and I'm all alone
And the world has set it's sleepy tone
I close my eyes and patiently listen
As the night fills my head with new visions
Of vixens beautiful, dark, and twisted
Looking like angels the devil enlisted
The love me wildly driving me insane
All while torturing and destroying my brain
Then things get gruesome, dark, strange
They become evil, sickened, deranged
Not angels I see but hounds from hell
They know my weakness and manipulate it well
Why do they haunt me and tear me at the seems
I don't know if I'll ever understand my Harlequin Dreams
COMMENTS
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shynne
22:20 Oct 30 2014
You have a gift for writing..So much sadness in this..
sippa
16:24 Oct 31 2014
interesting....you have a gift with rhyming couplets