Alice

My mind is filled with thoughts I cannot say

My thoughts are filled with actions I cannot display

I've always let you down with my filthy habits

I'm caught in a lie...

Call me Alice

Call me anything...anything but myself

Conscience a killer

"Find yourself, help yourself...bring yourself home"

My soul can do nothing but run...nothing but hide

Maybe I'm done, maybe I'm gone

Disapate into thin air like shadows to Rome...

But you scream whispers in my ear...

"Hold on.."

Author's Note

I'm so glad to be back! I haven't even attepted to write anything since November (and even the one I wrote and posted on here I thought was awful)...BUT I do have reasoning my good people. I've been going through more personal problems than I usually have had to deal with, but that's a story for another day. Plus I've had a bit of writer's block.

I was listening to the song: Intensity in ten cities by Chiodos when I thought of this idea. This poem is a snipet of some of the things I have been experencing. I really hope everyone enjoys! I hopefully will be writing more soon but I do have other activities I have to attend to now but I promise not to forget about you!

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

Writing always me feel better. I hope it does for you as well. Good to see you again Miss Mayhem.

[Speak in Silence]

It's good to be back!