The Vacancy Sign

By rage_angel

Vacancy sign blows in my heart
Sold by owner to the devil below
Never to be seen again
In the light of day
My soul I gave away
For a price, I will never be able to pay
Watch as the night comes to an end
I don’t know where I belong
I drift in and out of this realm
But I’m never really here
If I could find myself
If I knew who I was
Maybe it would be easier
But until then, I wander these forbidden streets
Untold by the mysteries that lay ahead
I wish I were dead
So I wouldn’t have to experience this pain
It’s all the same, these feelings I am dealing with
This is life’s stupid game
I wish it was over
I wish the card deck was empty
But I keep getting the same hand
Nothing I can even begin to understand
I stand alone in a crowded room
Unnoticed without a care
No one knows I’m there
As I watch all around me
I try to see what they all see
But I find nothing important
I find nothing of interest
Because they don’t understand I can’t feel
I hide my emotions and guard my heart
But I’m slowly being ripped apart
In life’s worthless game
I’ve lost this one, another game starts
It’s a mess I can’t escape
I’m forced to play
I have no say
I wish I could die where I lay
And not see another day
And the vacancy sign blows away

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Copyright 2004 rage_angel
Published on Saturday, October 23, 2004.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: "This is life’s stupid game I wish it was over I wish the card deck was empty But I keep getting the same hand" I'll quote you someday....great piece

  • K_Love On Saturday, October 23, 2004, K_Love (525)By person wrote:

    damn... this hit me hard, the feeling and emotions were expressed very well. I can relate. Thank you for this. Well done ~Kirsten~

  • EviscerationX On Saturday, October 23, 2004, EviscerationX (7)By person wrote:

    Yes, life is a game that enjoys shredding our sanity every which way, leaving our emotions to be trampled, and everyone too busy with their worthless lives to care about anyone else. Good write...

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