at the end of the day when theres nothing left when i have just run out of things to say i break and fray and try to tear away everything thats still the same
cast a spell on me cast a spell on me to make me sleep for eternity and thats where i would stay to play out my final days
i open up my eyes and still nothings changed now iv come to despise the things i cant rearrange iv woken up and its the same its still the same and every day it hasent change it will be like reliving yesterday
when i have just run out of things to say i break and fray and try to tear away everything thats still the same
Oh, boy...I get this feeling a lot! Its rather sad-- depressing even!
But I thank myself for having a very good, vivid imagination to escape in :P
Anyway, really like the poem simply because its easy to relate to and I'm sure everyone has gone through the unpleasant feeling of just wanting to "tear away". For me, its this mundane reality...there needs to be magic, adventure and hot male elves and all that dorky dungeons and dragons stuff in real life, man :P
i write what i feel
im 21 and i play guitar in the united states navy
music is the other big part of who i am so most of my work is lyrics.
i just want feed back of all kind.
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