The lonely poet

What's the point

You talk to me I talk to you,

There's  no sense  in the words not a thing,

Nothing  go's  through  its all just unbearable moans groans screeching  brain numbing noises, of which  we can define no voices,  only acting out our demons will and choices.

We were damned  long before  being  born  all of us,  we just cannot  see the dark shadowy haunting  consuming  place that is waiting  to be fall  us.

Oh it's there you see if I'm right,  it will come for you one damned lonely  knight.

The lonlypoet82

  

Comments3

  • Augustus

    This reads very well. Understand where you're coming from.

  • The lonely poet

    Thanks I'm not feelin very stable

  • The lonely poet

    Wow thank you ever so much means a lot



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