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Alive But To Feel Dead
Air passes through my lungs
I taste the pleasing savor of food on my tongue
I've seen the beauty and grace of a Sunday
I've even seen the waves of the sea
But...
I feel as a stray
Wondering, seeking and a prison to the cold.
I mold with each forgotten day
My mind is a divided highway, never to know which is the right way
I'm a slave to reality
And I feel the beastly void of the empty space
Of me and who I wish I could be
So I feel lost, num, out of place and misread
But mostly I feel dead.
I taste the pleasing savor of food on my tongue
I've seen the beauty and grace of a Sunday
I've even seen the waves of the sea
But...
I feel as a stray
Wondering, seeking and a prison to the cold.
I mold with each forgotten day
My mind is a divided highway, never to know which is the right way
I'm a slave to reality
And I feel the beastly void of the empty space
Of me and who I wish I could be
So I feel lost, num, out of place and misread
But mostly I feel dead.
Published 4th Jan 2017
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4th Jan 2017 10:20am
I understand the feeling. I get into some bad depression, and feel very much like this.
" feel the beastly void of the empty space
Of me and who I wish I could be "
I like those lines a lot ^^
" feel the beastly void of the empty space
Of me and who I wish I could be "
I like those lines a lot ^^
