Inertia's little game

by kevin Boundy AKA the ghost   Mar 6, 2008


I've lost my will to live
Nothing seems the same
I'm sick of fighting my thoughts
I'm done playing inertia's little game

Forcing me to move
When I don't even want to exist
I have sweet dreams of bladed handcuffs
Cutting through my wrist's

It's funny that other people's nightmares
Are my sweet dreams
i see peoples fake smiles
And I hear their silent screams

Now that I have spoken my mind
Things will never be the same
I'm sick of living this life
I'm done playing inertia's little game

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  • 16 years ago

    by Polaroid

    That was really dark kind of between poems about life and dark poems, really interesting, great entry for my contest by the way. Just though I'd start commenting a little, dunno if anyone else will enter :P

    polaroid

  • 16 years ago

    by X Kashies Misery X

    Um....wow that is pretty deep, it was good because ti flowed well and was very expressive even thought the poem was pretty short. Which is better then a long poem] it kept my interest, and just the hole, fed up theory attitude to it, i was like yeah, i no how you feel...i no how it feels....
    really nice,
    truely great
    =)

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