A Sentiment of Me


Havoc sometimes feels much contrived

Yet it's not chaos of what I've survived

I'm internally depraved

The labels do not seep through me, but are engraved

I can look at my existence as a malicious mistake

My tears turn to blood, but not coordinated enough to form a lake

If the love around me isn't real, I know my being is a mistake

I can't be truly corrupt

I do have morals, but they can turn baleful

I'm still finding myself like them around me

I want to achieve, but I'm torn, for I am unsure if alive or dead is what I want to be.

  • Author: DeadDuck (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2017 02:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Frank Prem

    DD, I got a little lost in the rhyme scheme in this piece. It seemed to stray at the end?

  • kevin browne

    stay strong my friend.

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