Vagabond Child - Comments are appreciated..

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  1. expressive_child

    expressive_child Well-Known Member

    So I guess I’m just losing track of timeFeeling so wasted like a worthless dimeAs I sing songs of meaningless rhymesLiving for a fight is my greatest crime I am standing here, with a bloody heartWounded like a beast pierced with dartsIdled, unable to make a brand new startLife’s merely a worthless forgettable art Bitterness and despondency comes firstFeeling disheartened, without happinessForever craving like an insatiable thirstTo exist in this world is truly my curse I wish I am just another ordinary personI couldn’t stop this heartache that burnsGuess I am lost at the point of no returnLove is something I can never ever learn Suffering silently with no one who caresLike a prisoner, trapped in a darkest lairI’m drowning in depression and despair;In a realm of melancholy; beyond repair Lonely hearts know, that life's too cruel;Reality is harsh; an unquestionable ruleWell I know how it feels to sing the bluesI wouldn’t believe in God; I ain’t his fool
     
  2. expressive_child

    expressive_child Well-Known Member

    ** Oooopppss...it should be like this:


    So I guess I’m just losing track of time
    Feeling so wasted like a worthless dime
    As I sing songs of meaningless rhymes
    Living for a fight is my greatest crime

    I am standing here, with a bloody heart
    Wounded like a beast pierced with darts
    Idled, unable to make a brand new start
    Life’s merely a worthless forgettable art

    Bitterness and despondency comes first
    Feeling disheartened, without happiness
    Forever craving like an insatiable thirst
    To exist in this world is truly my curse

    I wish I am just another ordinary person
    I couldn’t stop this heartache that burns
    Guess I am lost at the point of no return
    Love is something I can never ever learn

    Suffering silently with no one who cares
    Like a prisoner, trapped in a darkest lair
    I’m drowning in depression and despair;
    In a realm of melancholy; beyond repair

    Lonely hearts know, that life's too cruel;
    Reality is harsh; an unquestionable rule
    Well I know how it feels to sing the blues
    I wouldn’t believe in God; I ain’t his fool
     
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