I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
Dear humanity, thus I have found you Sleeping in this tavern all cold and frosty Humans chased you and crucified you Made a mockery of you and still think they have you
By Harydo Neon7 years ago in Poets
I miss you Not just the you I used to see, but the you I used to breathe I miss the you I used to breathe I miss the you I used to feel
Here we are, me, my past and my future The third one, well, I can't really see his facial I made mistakes in the past, they are turned to demons
Oh, Hi there, I guess you can't see me Because time has split us like two tenants in the same building I am from the future, a different reality than the one you were living
Hands in pocket as I walk down the street of withered leaves As a dark cloud hovers round the dome of a nation A nation which once did pride itself of a rich history
Thoughts and thoughts, Like little worms feasting my skull If I were to write it all down, It's the psychiatric ward, that's for sure.
Staring at the mountain within my view Partly covered with clouds, dusty view Standing on the last floor and looking down
Maybe Maybe Just maybe You have been asleep all these while Ignorant to admit, ignorant to accept Daily doses of the procrastinate juice
7 AM in the morning and every muscle in my body cringes Battled with my books till the midnight bell stopped ringing Lately my pen has been call but I rarely answer
Oh hello, how are you doing? And why is your face sober? Are you crying inside? I know how you feel, for I am you and you, I
Sometimes I just look at the stars and wonder Do I have what it takes to make a difference? Can I go far beyond my eye sight?
Waking up with the idea your mind was never asleep Side table unemptied with a billion bills And suddenly you wonder what's next in your life?
