confused

the neon light of my room blinks
I stare at it till my eyes are blurry
rock metal to my ears; song it screams
unconsciously sober writing a diary
devoted depression under my skin stings
pain never was but heart shape loyalty
what a silent night for dreams
where am I? wandering in reality
my eyes giving up my soul it sleeps
under this ceiling of misery
itchy skin, the poison under it creeps
killing my nerves beautifully ..
I feel nothing I enjoy the hurts
some are just made to live madly.
Mon-

Reviews

[Sudeep Mishra]

Nice piece of work. A late night routine of every writer, I think.

[Mino7Rocker]

hahah thanks .. and yeah you're kinda right xD