Living ShellA Poem by HachamechaInside I bed Outside I lived
I don't bleed anymore My body was never sore weighed me down
Going around town my body on auto-pilot
Before my mind in riot When I still bled when my chest was sore
Now? I'm practically dead living but dead
My body just a shell
You don't get it? desn't ring a bell?
Do you know how it feels to fall in a pit?
Your skin peels so you can feel?
Have you ever asked if your life was real?
Have you ever basked in your own blood?
Did you ever feel hate on you covering you like mud?
Have you ever been so cold you turned blu?
Do you feel like you sold your own soul?
Have you ever felt like you were in a bowl sufficating?
Have you ever felt a nail in your head penatrating?
Have you ever felt demons in your bed taking over?
Have you ever felt when you were were sober while in Hell?
Life can't be fixed with a 4-leaf clover can't you tell?
That's how it's like to be a living shell © 2011 Hachamecha |
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1 Review Added on November 23, 2011 Last Updated on November 23, 2011 AuthorHachamechaLedyard, CTAboutI don't write much anymore. I will though. I'll find my muse. She just died along with my will. 39~ -Hachamecha more..Writing
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