I see the corner coming ever closer.
New opportunities, new chances,
a hope for a brighter future.
Yet I feel nothing of it.
My heart was trashed and vanquished
from a toxic blood feud.
I am incompetent at what I do,
unable to discern the meaning of being me.
In the beginning, I had hope.
But none of it matters anymore.
Especially when the price of it
was the one I cherished.
You can't do anything right, they say.
You have no common sense, they say.
You don't have a human heart, they say.
Clearly, they were right all along.
No longer do I look to the future with hope.
I only look forward to the horrors that await.
I died a long time ago,
because I stopped caring.
It may feel like I can breath,
cry, laugh, scream, howl,
anything you can do.
But even dead men walk.
My mind goes to dark and disturbing places... Let's see what the future holds, shall we?
holy hell, that ending was fuggin' powerful, man. i LOVE that.
tbh a some of this makes me think of who will know
Thanks! This one I still get a very deep, weirdly passionate vibe from. I mean, I'm still proud of this one. And yeah, kinda has that Who Will Know vibe... *goes off to listen Who Will Know*
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Oh snap, really? Wow, I feel honored! If you don't mind, could you share the link? Not entirely sure where to look.
really dark style, love the ending good work