Spent my days watching from the outside
Tearing up the suburbian roadside
To feel free of all this ugly inside
Free so I can take this last joyride
If I showed you all the thoughts in my head
The mania, the sadness. Dead. Undead.
Would you believe a word that I said?
I can see your eyes fill with dread!
Spent my life in a lunatic's cage
Lonely heart filled bursting with rage
Thought I'd put my words on a page
Hoped you'd end my decalage!
If I showed you all the thoughts in my head
The mania, the sadness. Dead. Undead.
Would you believe a word that I said?
I can see your eyes fill with dread!
Spent my final days in a hole
Digging down where crazy goes
Now the mud is black and taking its toll
If I ended now would you even know?
If I showed you all the thoughts in my head
The mania, the sadness. Dead. Undead.
Would you believe a word that I said?
I can see your eyes fill with dread!
Spent my very last day in a hole
Digging down where crazy goes
Now the mud is black and taking its toll
If I ended now would you even know?
If I ended now?
Would you even know?
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Oh I am not sure where this came from. Unusually it played out like a metal song in my head. But I'm not musician and it is probably terrible but I will post it because of its unusual birth from my mind. Which many believe to be crazy by the way...
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Comments2
Fine work Sylvia
Thanks for reading. It is quite raw so I was unsure how it would be received.
Beautiful song, Sylvia.
Thanks WC. It almost wrote itself.
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