current mood : discontent

im laying here in bed
cold alone and discontent
disapointed with very detail my eyes rest upon
my mind is whirling with static
my throught is dry
my stomach full
my teeth ache
and so does my heart
i can not read another word
interpret the maladys
these pages leave me so alone
i cant jump into th fictional lives
no matter how real they sould
how tangible they seem
i can still rip these pages with a flick of my wrist
the night is cold
and im laying here under my blanket
blindly tapping words with no ryhme
because my voice no longer works at my command
so manny songs i want to scream
but i must remain as silent as this night
a bitter taste rests on my tongue
it reminds me of my life. 

Reviews

[Bud]

At this moment I can relate to every word...almost like you spied inside my mind! Great write! : > )