Walking Without Feeling Senseless to enjoy, penniless to smile In a simplified daze, nothing worthwhile Trapped in a shadow, un-willing to shout No will or worth, to want to get out Shut out from the rest, cold to the world Bitter to the light, left still curled Moving forward, but left behind All without a thinking mind Zombies in the day, through to the night Unable to feel, from sadness to fright Monsters to the touch, old to young The creatures that our race has become A blood-stained trail, a bitter curse Half devil and half something worse
Arrow-star · Thu Jul 14, 2005 @ 10:48pm · 0 Comments |