"Personal Revelations"
My thoughts stinging like a nettle
My heart cold like a crocodile
Im stagnant like a bayou
Head bent like a wilting flower
Im dancing in the muck and mire
Saving my tears in mourning vials
My worries stemming from the soul
My wishes cast on space junk stars
Im ensnared in razor wire
Fetal and crying for the womb
Im frolicking through no mans land
Inhaling clouds of mustard gas
My words die like an inkless pen
My creative well has run dry
Im barren like a desert
Heart crumpled like a tumbleweed
Im crawling to the next mirage
Drowning inside the lifeless sands
My teeth busted, falling face first
My hands cracked from fighting myself
Im ruined like Gomorrah
All hope gone without redemption
Im preparing for the hell fire
Playing a tune on violin
My thoughts stinging like a nettle
My heart cold like a crocodile
Im stagnant like a bayou
Head bent like a wilting flower
Im dancing in the muck and mire
Saving my tears in mourning vials
My worries stemming from the soul
My wishes cast on space junk stars
Im ensnared in razor wire
Fetal and crying for the womb
Im frolicking through no mans land
Inhaling clouds of mustard gas
My words die like an inkless pen
My creative well has run dry
Im barren like a desert
Heart crumpled like a tumbleweed
Im crawling to the next mirage
Drowning inside the lifeless sands
My teeth busted, falling face first
My hands cracked from fighting myself
Im ruined like Gomorrah
All hope gone without redemption
Im preparing for the hell fire
Playing a tune on violin
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metaphor crazy
it makes me think of the book i am reading