maybe im just tired of all this superficial shit
words that speak but do not communicate
thoughts running through my head,
like a noose, strangulating me
Choking and coughing,
jerking like a dying fish on the shore
Im no Blake, and Im no Plath,
But Forgive me , because i just need to write
to tame these wild thoughts
and to emoliate this abraised heart
like an executioner in the dark of the night
my depression drapes me in black cloth
Icy white fingers wrap around my neck
i become a prisoner in my own mind
Surrounded by a crowd at once
but yet I only see shadows
Hearing Sounds, seeing faces
but my voice echoes throught the empty room
Grinning sardonically like some puppet
indeed these strings are not mine own
movements actions gestures
conceived from some other
I scream
but only desolate silence greets me
i shout
but emptiness reverberates around me
I cry
but tears get sucked into my
smile
At the world
Smile
back at me
not a smile not a grin not a laugh nor a smirk
nothing here but emotionless
masked behind a colourful Fallacy called LIFE
to live and to die
what a pleasure it is to feel
what use is it
when you cannot
express
that joy nor that pain
buried in the realms of your
subconcious
maybe thoughts, maybe ur words
can bring it to surface
but no life
no, life
will not allow
you to
nor i