Living [Dead]A Poem by Chaos Complex
I'm breaking down, but I keep my head up...
Hoping this reality won't leave me out of touch. Wishing she would hold me, even embrace, But to society, I'm just another face. And I wouldn't call her dirty, I still love my mother earth, But this gravity feels like a nightmare and a curse. Wishing I could fly, without popping pills to feel high. Off like a spaceship, but I crash like driving with red eyes. So irritated, I cannot help but lose my patience, I'm a doctor that tries, but keeps losing all his patient's. And I'm left with this negativity that seems to hollow me out, Empty inside, so the echo's of self doubt are loud. Missing my screws, like porn stars running late, I just ran out of faith, how can I get that replaced? Imagination and reincarnation. For happy feelings to be felt, do I, Kill myself... to become someone else? Is that why I keep doing things that are bad for my health? It's a lot like burning bridges, but view it as comets, Slamming into the earth... now we're burning planets. But the scars will never fade, the memories are still there. Even though you see me smiling, you just aren't fully aware, Of the trauma that has settled to the bottom of my soul, Where there's a hole that's wider than strippers on poles. On my shoulders, I carry heavy loads, I think my brain was abducted, Because all I feel are questionable probes. I wish I could escape- But I'm so attached to these beautiful mistakes. A lake of fire, Surrounded by cuties, And I feel like I've gone to the hell you see in comedy movies. But the demons are actually Slick fuckers who eat at your sympathy, Begging to be saved, look em in the eyes and I notice... Wait, could it be? Yeah... It's just me... Go figure... I am my worst enemy... My sins, I've done plenty, And guilt is my mistress in misery, She don't wanna let go of me. But this time, we gotta break up- I've had enough of this so called "reality" stuff, Like the TV programs that just plain suck! I've heard about life after death and dealing with the cards we were givin'... But none of this is real, cause I ain't really living. © 2010 Chaos Complex |
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1 Review Added on June 28, 2010 Last Updated on June 28, 2010 AuthorChaos ComplexFLAboutI like to express my emotions and feelings in poetry. I write a lot of rap/hip hop stuff. I'm really vulgar. Deal with it. I don't get many reviews, but thank you to those who even bother to re.. more..Writing
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