Beat your fists bang your head
It won't get you anywhere
You must realise we have to stay
We're chained like dogs
A perfect world hallucination
So much beauty they say
Lies, bull shit
We can't fight time anymore
We've got real emotions to feel
It gets so tough
I know I know
But we're chained to a piece of industrial
Work that no one wants to finish
What we call the world
Harshness brings us to our knees
And beckons tears from your beautiful eyes
Chained to this life
Chocking as it restricts
Break my head in
Let me fall
Let me feel oh so much more
My blood will describe a story for you
One chains cannot describe
The story of a world shattered and broken
That people considered perfect
But look at all the pain and hurt
The blood that's shed
The skin that's burnt
The tears that are cried
Watch the beauty slip through your fingers
As you really look closely
At this industrial piece of crap
To think we love this place
We think it's perfect
But we're chained here
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A contest entry
- Insane? or just nervous? by Death4Hire13.
390 points, ended June 7, 2007, 43 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Very sad, and very true. We are chained here, trained to think like everyone else, brainwashed into being like everyone else. We couldn't break away if we wanted to...
Very well written. Flowed nicely, and you speak the truth. Good luck!
p.s. BUNNY!!
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wow, holy freaking shit sister twin. your a freaking good poet and your works just keep getting better man, you need to send some of this work to a publisher. i love the first two lines "Beat your fists bang your head It won't get you anywhere"
beautifully done
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' My blood will describe a story for you' WOW powerful wrods sis. I love it.... i might have to steal it and put it on my author's page (XD with credits of course)
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