Lost...
My feet crawl upon life's
bitumen floor,
a turnstyle road
of drowned success.
My body is hallow with emotion,
an empty frame
lost within fenced darkness.
The layers of my soul
silently peel with veins
that pulse no more.
I am a victim to my own faults...
My thought's are caught
within a turning wheel.
North...
East...
West...
South...
A compass of direction lost...
My mind's voice whispers an escape
to fall into the place of the unknown,
to return my cries.
My spirit has been buried alive,
I have been encased into the web
of insanity.
A contest entry
- Round 1 - Auditions.. 2 entries and PWs by T.o.r.t.u.r.e..
1400 points, ended September 22, 80 entries
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