Liquid Boredom (thoughts in hell)
A humble, placid quietness Silent screams thrown into fire In the mind, my thoughts are clear The difference between time and space begins to tire Liquid boredom is injected Happiness comes in pill form All hope is rejected And they are all trapped in a controlled storm Seeing the outside is literally looking through a window And comfortableness is felt only through sleep Consciousness plagues everyone, though And everything we know cuts more than skin deep We have everything together But we still are without Feelings may change like weather But within we are still locked outin the 5th stanza i put a wrong line... someone said they liked repetition of the line and that's why i'm making one a revision, but the revision is the first version actually... Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 10:35 AM PST 10 • 0
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"A humble, placid quietness..."