Something's not right
Something's a miss
It's just like
Someone's taking the piss
Can't put my finger on it
But it seems to have lost its shine
Just doesn't feel the same
Maybe it's me not walking the line
It's just so quiet
Like a grave at night
Suppose it's better then
When everyone itches for a fight
But something isn't right
Opuss doesn't feel the same
I still love it tho
Just don't know who to blame
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Sick mind. Letting my dark passenger run free. Kik: puddy1980
Serenity in my silent sorrow A sweet calmer breeze slowly whispers through Each prick of my spirit so silent you can hardly hear it Delicate delusions of happiness almost as sweet as my serene...
This time of year is the time I like the most. When the days start to get darker. When the mornings are frosty and dark. When the leaves fall. When the rain pours for days on end.
I couldn't seem to rhyme it, so I did free-verse which I can't quite DO. I walked again into the mist Where time has no meaning And tears no end.
It seems like trouble is brewing, which always makes me frown. When shadows engulf our minds and throw away our crowns. When something happens, it fills everyone with rage.
They say the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. But the rain Round here falls mainly on my brain. Soaking through my head saddening my mind. Back in the house,heating on,close the blind.
Rain pitter-patters down like the stepping of a child's feet. Translucent reflections of things that are now but a memory. A forgotten world where dreams meant something.
Another day. Another dawn. Another feeling- Feeling torn. Another morn. Another dusk. Left feeling like- A lifeless husk. Another sun. Another moon. Another song- To gently croon. Another star.
#household W hy are you so blue.
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