Victim of your own insanity,
Blood dripping down your face,
Hearts hung from the rafters,
I guess this is the case.
Pitiful and so unhappy,
Think you're all alone,
Hoping for a someone,
While you're sitting at your home.
Well honestly,
I've got to say,
It's pretty sad,
We live this way.
Sinking in the bath tub,
Burn it all away,
Pieces of your skin,
Floating in the haze.
Leaning back your head,
Listen to it fade,
Wish to fall asleep,
Who cares if it's okay.
Well honestly,
I've got to say,
It's pretty sad,
We live this way.
Author notes
This is one of my favorite poems I've written, though others might not like it. C'est la vie.
A contest entry
- All Sorts of Options; prewrites welcome by DramaQueen469.
380 points, ended October 16, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I approve.
I like the repeat of the verse "Well honestly, / I've got to say, / It's pretty sad, / We live this way." - I like the way the lines are shorter than the other stanzas.
Overall, very cool. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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