Loneliness, I feel loneliness in my room...
My forehead is marked with sign of grief and doom.
Pale sorrow flows drop by drop out of my eyes.
Covered with emptiness, ruined hopes and lies.
Surrounded by walls. Can’t breathe, can’t shout, can’t cry.
I'm sentenced to live, so I can't even die.
And my misty stare for so long can't find aim.
Is this for real, or it's some insane game?
I sink into earth, with skies pushing me down.
And once I have flied, but now I slowly drown.
Too weak to fight back, wings fell off in decay.
Cause puppet am I,made for you to obey.
Loneliness
© Copyright: Боб Бобский, 2005
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So sad and painful...
Surrounded by walls. Can’t breathe, can’t shout, can’t cry.
I'm sentenced to live, so I can't even die.
....Its great!
Thanks.
Омельяненко Дима 22.04.2005 02:10 • Заявить о нарушении
Surrounded by walls. Can’t breathe, can’t shout, can’t cry.
I'm sentenced to live, so I can't even die.
....Its great!
Thanks.
Омельяненко Дима 22.04.2005 02:10 • Заявить о нарушении
yeah,sometimes it really feels like shit(life i mean),but hey,it's only a passing moment :)
Боб Бобский 22.04.2005 23:13 Заявить о нарушении
Боб Бобский 22.04.2005 23:13 Заявить о нарушении
Yeah.And there will be no poetry w/o these moments.
Омельяненко Дима 26.04.2005 16:32 Заявить о нарушении
Омельяненко Дима 26.04.2005 16:32 Заявить о нарушении