#lifelessness
Married with a purpose, always dreamt of a different life all together
This is the reason I don’t believe in god
And why should I,
I don’t know if all this makes sense or not
Is this the case with god that whatever you ask from him
He ll give you totally opposite of the same
I certainly asked for a life happier and more stable than this
Days pass by and I don’t find a single reason to be happy
Days pass by and I don’t find a moment of stableness
Days pass by and all I feel is numbness and pain
Days pass by and all I feel is more distant from my soul
Why only heart dead brain dead is considered to be dead
Isn’t the person who has stopped to feel happiness pain sorry
Who has forget how it is to be happy at all
How it is to feel normal and yourself
How it is to be close to your partner
How it is to have fun in life !!
Why soul dead is not considered to be dead!!
I am not alive why this is not a death in itself!
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 12:20 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
When I was in my prime,
The world looked so bright,
And there was hope in my heart.
But reality dawned on me,
The truth I finally see,
Such a fool I was per se,
Life's not what I thought it to be.
My dreams once soared high,
Creativity and art was my war cry,
But now I tire, God I barely try,
The dreams and hopes, they die.
Now the child is dead,
The vision's jaded,
Nothing's alive, its all faded.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 6:59 AM UTC
The tension is rising slowly, as the blood pools beneath fingernails
I can hear the ropes start snapping, brittle as a leaf
The bells begin tolling, the vultures swirl amid the frigid air
Of the televised devastation of the week
I hide my true intentions, I do
Somewhat well, if I must then
Admit to something,
I didn't really care too
Stop me if you've heard this one before
Or heard it better, somewhere else
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Sending money through the wire
Never ending crimson flow
Past the thoughts of victims
Intuition caught in undertow
Masqurades with musket powder, kegs
And lampshades tinted red
Festering my own psychotic
Philanthropic need for death
Sending money through a wire
Rising slowly through the smoke
Laughter bursting through the cracks
Of somebody's final joke
Celebrations, conversation
Windowpains and slitting throats
Powers set to loosen grips
But destitute, watch me still choke
I think its time we could talk about the ending
Open the intent that we're pretending
Its something to be said aloud
Lost within the frigid clouds above
Oceans slowly forming up above
torrents under spoken like a flood
Oceans slowly forming up above
The mainland
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:04 AM UTC
My skin hurts
tingles at the touch
stands on end
My stomach aches
full of only air
screeching out of hunger
My body feels weak
tripping at each step
gasping for breath
But my emotions are even worse
And so my physical pain feels nice
And so that's all I pray for
feeling
Because for brief instant that is what I lacked
lifelessness
And it was worse than any physical pain
when he told me he could never love me again
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC