Monday, 7 October, 2013

To the Fear of Self

Deprived of an ear to hear you scream
Drag yourself across the floor, to the hall
Consumed in your own darkness, you tussle
Tussle along the rugged path
Bleeding on the drudgery of everyday life
Having tried to blend in pastels and neons
Exhausting bottles of wine, every time you were let down
You sit with your lonely self, with no one to call
All you hear is your own voice
After a while, even that faints out
Suicidal, you try to pull the trigger
To put an end to the pain
But the trigger fails you just as well
For distrust took you down, consumed your soul and burped.




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