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Evolution Of A Desperate Mind

Poetry By: Skittles Butterface

A depressing monologue from a distraught and desperate mind.

Submitted:Nov 27, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

I'm apathetic; I feel not
I live in a hole, I sit and I rot...

I reach out my hands and I look for the light,
but my thoughts they are fleeting, and so is my sight.
Lord, I am selfish; my body, it burns
With jealousy boiling, slowly it churns.
I'm holding the ball so it doesn't go in,
but it's just left me crawling in sorrow and sin.
I am a child; my Father is far,
for I have grown distant and strangely bizarre.
Have I wept enough tears for the blood and the nail?
Will I overcome, will the demons prevail?
Everything bothers me; feeding my rage,
I'm better off left in the elephant cage.
My behaviour's a show and my thoughts, a parade,
to keep up my sweetness is to keep the charade.
I want to be happy and find my voice,
but the irony is, it's a simple choice.
I'm hanging myself with a noose called self-pity,
and I won't face the truth 'cause it's dirty and gritty.
Oh God, please help me, don't leave me to die!
Day in and day out, I weep and I cry.
My mind is a desert; it cracks and does thirst
for a way in the world that isn't so cursed.
But though I'm left burning and scorched in the sand,
I'll wait for the healing touch of your hand...

I'm apathetic; I feel not
I live in a hole, I sit and I rot.


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