Living Shell

Living Shell

A Poem by Hachamecha

Inside

I bed

Outside

I lived

 

I don't bleed anymore

My body was never sore
but in my heart, my core

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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lol woops I put blu instead of blue.
tell me wut you think:)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Hachamecha
Hachamecha

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