Reliving the same events night after night,
I'm wishing that I could blind my insight,
Considering wrongs and considering right,
Mysterious songs are playing tonight.
Light after light gets flashed in my eyes,
Flying in the skies, the ashes do rise,
Burning the body of lies you have lain
Bandages wiped off don't cover the stain.
Blaming the pain on the dumb and the lame,
Going insane, I'm waiting for rain,
My brain races through all the events of that night,
It's plain in my mind I should turn off the light.
forced neurosis. nice poem.
ReplyDelete@ skinned sheep;
ReplyDeletehehe, just what I was thinking^^
traumatic memories =/
ReplyDelete@jacob
ReplyDeletehehe just what i was thinking xD
darkness and rain does sound nice.
ReplyDeleteclever
ReplyDeletewell said
ReplyDeletelike it!
ReplyDeleteBeen a while since I read a poem that actually rhymed
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem! Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteFavorite line: "Going insane, I'm waiting for rain"
ReplyDeleteSweet poem, dude.
this brings back memories...
ReplyDeleteI agree with sinclair. Very cool line and very cool poem.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, I'm impressed
ReplyDeleteLovely stuff!
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