True Hell
By maliceman
My punishment is life
Just for being alive
I cannot seem to die
No matter how hard i try
This might as well be hell
The
eternal burning in my heart
The eternal loneliness
And the feeling
of being wrenched apart
The sins consume me
I am not a
saint
Neither am i humble
I fill the void with complaint
I strive to better myself
While i walk barefoot along these jagged
streets
Just walking in circles
Dead on my feet
Tears
would stream uncontrollably
If only i could cry
(if i weren't
dead inside)
Unfortunately, i can't
my face remains forever dry
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Copyright 2011 maliceman
Published on Monday, August 15, 2011.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"