These thoughts that violate
I cannot seem to annihilate
They take over my dreams
And hallucinations impede
Like a world that is forged
Like a stomach that purged
What I have left cannot be real
As I make myself a deal
I look myself in the eyes
And say even more lies
Things will be better tomorrow
But the next day with great sorrow
I am back where I started
And I never seemed to have departed
For it seems that the next day
Was just like a replay
A contest entry
- pain by BitterDreamer.
800 points, ended August 16, 15 entries
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i like the theme of this. you're right, nothing goes as planned.
good flow-i like the up and down of it. great job. -
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Thank you
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