Prison Cell
 

I am so resigned
It's opened up again
This void, this gaping hole inside
And I lose myself again

I'm lost and unfound
Lost in this abyss
Inside of my head
I'm crawling back to this

Always back to this
I can never leave
I'm running to the edge
But I could not believe

This sanity is so unreal
Cuts into me, but I don't feel
Always asking questions, like
Why am I infatuated with myself

Everyday I spend alive
Seems that I just live to die
Try to break the chains but they
Only hold me tighter

So am I to accept this hate
Pouring me into a bottle
Shake me up and drink me down
Get high on me and fucking drown

What the fuck is going on
Existence has gone on too long
Dreaming someone else's dream
Sleep to wake and fucking scream

Feels like everything is wrong
And you fucking knew it all along
I had died, but I woke up today
Extinction is my revelry.

I like it.

I appreciate the sentiment. Anything in particular that you liked? Or disliked, for that matter. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

I guess it sorta reminded me of some of my brief work...

i'm not a big fan of explitives in poems, it shows emotion but I think it also cheapens it.

Most people don't appreciate expletives in poems, but what they don't realize is that Shakespeare himself used, what was considered back then, crude language in his poetry, as well. I feel like if it's adding effect to the poem, and in some cases, if it helps the poem flow better, it's all good.

Thanks for the input. :)