Lyrical Poem

There’s closing walls and ticking clocks

that make me feel a little less insane.

My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth,

I was born sick.   

A world at large is gonna talk, 

but these people don’t see through the very minimal. 

Time will grab you by the wrist when your heart expires,

offer me that deathless death.  

I like books about drifters, 

songs about the sane.

Am I part of the cure? 

Or am I part of the disease?

Reviews

[KeybladeMaster]

I'd give it a 10/10, but mostly because of that fact that it seems more like my type of literary concept.

[Hatsumine]

Meh. flow could be better.

[Colin Miller]

Would rate this poem 12/15, I don't understand the "offer me that deathless death" and I am afraid that you are plotting to kill me, so I deducted points.

[Lila Baumann]

Wonderfullllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll