pointless existence

walking down the street
the people i don't meet
observing me critically
judging me cynically
i run inside away from the heat

walking down the passage
i'm fulfilling the same adage
that's repeating in my head
months, years, inside i'm dead
and about as useful as a cabbage

procastinating in my office
so sick and tired of this
monotonous garbage existence
that others treat with impudence
why can't they see something's amiss?

playing more unreal tournament
in that quest for fulfillment
godlike is the benchmark
can't loose, must fight the dark
inadequacy powers murderous intent

lazing around doing nothing
black thoughts start rising
is today right to end it all
sweet release from a long fall
how can i avoid this ending?

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  • stop being emo and writing poems as confessions. thats how you will avoid it. go out have a life.

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