'Joke.'
By blackheart
Rib tickling lines of insanity, Coursing through my veins... My blood is boiling with evident humour, That makes me laugh time and time again. Blasting humour of my mad, Tripping in my waking mind... My brain cells boggle as i laugh out loud, At this comedy i find; In Nothing...?! I laugh at empty packets, Of air that i released, Into the sky as laughter, To put my head at ease... Too much pressure, too much pain, Too much hurt, too many games. It's my comedy of errors, My humourous mistakes... It's a pack of all my funny, That my crying heartache made. I had to smile, or die i would. My laugh so empty, but understood, I have to grin without the joke, Or my life would fall for good. Giggly mass of a rhyming jape, Falling from my foolish tongue, My utter nonsense seems like song... That the greatest singer ever sung. Teary eyes from joke been done, Crying for fear i'll laugh no more... My body aches my mind is sore, As i shut my eyes and close the door. My joke is done, My time has come. It's time i laughed no more. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 04:04 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Rib tickling lines of insanity,..."