This soul survives
on hope
alone.
Chained up and
burning.
tear stained and
laughing.
Shut out this version
of living and
blackout the time.
Artificial lighting
brightens nothing.
This unemotional winter
remains as unforgiving
as a vengeful heart.
I'm in the
midst of Dantes
version.
Chattering teeth,
blue black numbing
digits.
Curl into the corner
and pour it all
out in words.
Yesterdays thoughts
documented for a
better day.
Mutilated as
Van Gogh,
troubled as the
artist.
I'm aggressive with
this,
I have no other
choice but to
remain honest.
Accepted
the association
with failure.
Long to be
remembered
for this.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
This soul survives
on hope
alone.
Chained up and
burning.
tear stained and
laughing.
Shut out this version
of living and
blackout the time.
Artificial lighting
brightens nothing.
This unemotional winter
remains as unforgiving
as a vengeful heart.
I'm in the
midst of Dantes
version.
Chattering teeth,
blue black numbing
digits.
Curl into the corner
and pour it all
out in words.
Yesterdays thoughts
documented for a
better day.
Mutilated as
Van Gogh,
troubled as the
artist.
I'm aggressive with
this,
I have no other
choice but to
remain honest.
Accepted
the association
with failure.
Long to be
remembered
for this.
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