My Curse, by LostSoul Subscribe to rss feed for LostSoul

I am at a loss for words
My mind's cursed

I live with demons inside my head
Sometimes I wish I was better off dead
Each moment I dread
For without life, I shed
Tear after tear
I drink and drink
Until I sink
Further and further to oblivion
And I become my worst opinion
A prisoner of my own creation
There's nothing inside but fear

This body is a lifeless corpse
My visions take me to a deep dark place
Where nothing lives but empty space
And I embrace to replace
This dead soul for another

But here I am stuck in this body
A nobody
And my mind wanders from every corner
Only to find emptiness
A void so large you can fit a universe

This is my curse
Me at my worse
Dreaming of living in a hearse
Posted: 2009-03-27 05:31:26 UTC

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2009-03-30 01:38:38izzy
wow...really can feel the pain and struggle in EVERY line. i think this is great! as a reader i felt the emotions u captured.

2009-07-12 20:23:18LostSoul
thank you