MedleyA Poem by ImmanuelI don't know
I'm in a particular state I think nothing and everything's great.
I want to live and die for Christ's sake. Ughbh. This is no game but I still play the long hand until all my cards are flushed away. I'm a f*****g live wire that's been grounded too long. I good man that's been bad too long. Why does every thought and sentence seem like lyrics from a song. I'm alive and I breathe tonight. You and I We'll fight For whatever on this earth is worth fighting for. We Keep it moving on. We Get along. Just a little... .... ... Us is no longer a state of kind Only a state mind achieved when I'm feeling low oooooooo. This world is a place to unload my angst Another place to hang My weary head. F**k, I've made it a bit too far Survival wasn't in the cards For mee ee But it seems I'm Still Here And it seems Nothing could be more clear. I'll live I'll breathe Whether I like it or not. Oh woah oh woah ooh. Oh woah ooh ooh ooooooh. Don't stop the feeling. The tender foolish beating of your ha-eart. You idiot, You fool, the lives we live Are as tools. Every man his service Every woman her use Both taken for granted both Abused. No rhyme No reason Only the existence and pain Why do I feel Why do I play this game. Im tired and weary And no help will come. But when life asks if I want more I grimace and say gimme some!! Im a masochist a survivor A troubled troubled soul A person not foolish enough To seek something to fill the soul. My paramore my blessing my everlasting curse It seems life is my lesson that must be put into verse So Feel The Flames Of Life In Full Burning Power And For Once Face The Truth. © 2016 Immanuel |
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Added on November 16, 2016 Last Updated on November 16, 2016 AuthorImmanuelAbout"Writer" with overly Ambitious Goals, and a Messiah Complex. I do my best. also since this is a thing. I'm new here. more..Writing
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