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Scripto et Forlorn
3 ReviewsA poem about how life can knock you off your feet and the choices you have to make.
Enjoyment lacks as creativity seises
My mind is scattered and broken in pieces
Motivation disappears as my spirit weakens
The feelings I hold are no longer the beacon
The life I've known no longer exists
My world is shattered and everything conflicts
I'm always wrong and nothing makes sense
No one sees fear for my muscles are tense
Somehow, I know I'll end up alone
I'll lay with the decaying skulls and bones
They say they do but nobody cares
My life is just a set of spiral stairs
Once I'm dead no one will know
All my life I went with the flow
I'm way off course and far behind
I'm insane in Everyone's mind
Unable to escape a choice of life or death
I choose an entire new direction instead.
My mind is scattered and broken in pieces
Motivation disappears as my spirit weakens
The feelings I hold are no longer the beacon
The life I've known no longer exists
My world is shattered and everything conflicts
I'm always wrong and nothing makes sense
No one sees fear for my muscles are tense
Somehow, I know I'll end up alone
I'll lay with the decaying skulls and bones
They say they do but nobody cares
My life is just a set of spiral stairs
Once I'm dead no one will know
All my life I went with the flow
I'm way off course and far behind
I'm insane in Everyone's mind
Unable to escape a choice of life or death
I choose an entire new direction instead.
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