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The Runners Game

The Runners Game

A Poem by TheAimlessWanderer
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a hollow tale with the feeling to match

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i'm falling from the sky
the ashes drip down
with the lines of the wind
and the blue flames of remembrance 
burn the air i am suffocating
burn my eyes
 
fill me with scars
just to remember for another moment
just to let me feel
wear my skin 
the one i choose to don now
cut it off 
cut it off 
CUT IT OFF !!!
CUT IT OFF !!!!!!!!!
KILL WHO I AM NOW
KILL WHO I WAS THEN
LET THE BLOOD DRIP AWAY
AND LEAVES IT MARKS
I CAN'T WASH IT AWAY
I CAN'T WASH IT AWAY
I CAN'T LET THESE THOUGHT STAY 
I CAN'T WASH IT AWAY
THIS BLOODSTAINED TATTOO
IT'S SINKING DEEPER INSIDE 
A MARK IN THE DAY
THE MAW OF THE NIGHT
I'M BEING CONSUMED 
REPURPOSED
WORTH LESS THAN WORTHLESS 
HAND OF THE CURSED 
THE TOUCH OF THE DAMNED
GIVE ME ONE REASON 
WHY I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS SOUL TREASON
WHY I HAVE TO THINK THESE THINGS
WHY I HAVE TO BE WHO I AM
WHY I CAN'T JUST BURN IT AWAY
WHY I CAN'T THINK FOR MYSELF
WHY I CAN'T NOT SEE ANYTHING PAST THE LINES
WHY WE HAVE TO SUFFER
FOR A CHOICE WE DIDN'T MAKE
WHY EVERYDAY WE WAIT FOR OUR SOULS TO QUAKE
WHY SOMEDAY WE KNOW WE WILL BREAK
WHY WE KNOW THE DAY WILL NOT SATE
WHY WE WAKE UP KNOWING IT WILL BE THE SAME
WHY WE KNOW WE WILL JUST TRY TO BLAME 
WHY WE KNOW WE WILL FEEL THIS SHAME
IN THIS RUNNER GAME 
CAN YOU FEEL MY PAIN !!!
CAN YOU FEEL MY F*****G SHAME !!!!!
I RUN AWAY EVERY GOD DAMN DAY !!!
JUST RUNNING AWAY
FROM FATE 
BLAME 
PAIN 
HATE
I AM JUST RUNNING FROM THE GAME
I AM JUST RUNNING FROM THE GAME
BECAUSE I KNOW IT WILL END UP THE SAME
NO MATTER WHAT I F*****G DO IN THIS GODDAMN GAME
I WON'T FEEL RIGHT INSIDE
I WON'T SUDDENLY NOT WANT TO DIE
I WON'T SUDDENLY NOT WANT TO CRY
I WON'T SUDDENLY NOT WANT TO HIDE
I AM LIVING AT THE MERCY OF THE MOMENT
I AM NOT MY EMOTIONS
BUT MY EMOTIONS CONTROL IT
SHIFTING SO MUCH F*****G SHIFTING
UNSTABLE UNABLE
UNWILLING UNFULFILLING
WAITING IS MY DRUG OF CHOICE
CHAINED TO A WAVE
I AM MY MINDS SLAVE
IT'S B***H ON CALL
CHAINED TO ITS WALLS
CAN'T SEE THE OTHER SIDE
I CAN'T SEE AHEAD 
I CAN'T GET OUT OF MY HEAD
I WISH I WAS F*****G DEAD
PLEASE KILL ME
PLEASE KILL ME 
MY DAILY PLEA
I ALWAYS FLEE
I CAN'T STAND IT FEELS SO WEIRD
IT WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER IF I DISAPPEARED
WOULD IT REALLY WOULD IT REALLY THOUGH
I DON'T F*****G KNOW 
BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE ELSE TO GO
TRAPPED IN THIS ENDLESS SHOW
WOULD IT EVEN MATTER IN THE END
WOULD I EVEN CARE
INDIFFERENT BUT NOT
THERE MUST HAVE BEEN SOMETHING MY SOUL SOUGHT
NOT ANYMORE I SAY 
BUT WHAT DO I KNOW
I CAN'T EVEN GET OUT A FEW WORDS
OR REMEMBER THOSE DAYS I USED TO CARE
IF THERE WERE ANY 
I LEFT THEM BACK THERE
THE DAY I WENT HOLLOW
BURIED INSIDE 
A CORPSE IN A BODY
WITH A SKIN TO HIDE
COLD LIFELESS
LIKE THE SCAR 
OF THAT FAILED DAY
THE ONE WHERE I COULD HAVE ENDED IT BEFORE I ENDED UP THIS WAY
WHEN I COULD STILL REMEMBER WHY I TRIED
AND FOUGHT THESE FEELINGS OF WANTING TO DIE
NOW THE WORDS JUST CLOUD MY HEAD TRYING BLUDGEON ME UNTIL I AM DEAD
BUT I ALREADY AM SO WHATS THERE TO FINISH
WHAT DO YOU NEED OF ME IT'S ALREADY YOURS
LEAVE ME BE TO MY CORNER SO I CAN ENDLESSLY WAIT FOR THE THING THAT MIGHT SATE
NOTHING... MY HOLLOW RITE
My Fate....

© 2017 TheAimlessWanderer


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Chris, this is one powerful piece of writing. I can feel the pain and the angst and the anger. it took me back to those feelings I had as a young man, when the struggle was constant. A daily battle to overcome those crippling thoughts. I'll tell you, this is what writing is about. We don't write for others, we write for ourselves, to alleviate the pain. If a reader is moved, so be it. Good write.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

TheAimlessWanderer

3 Years Ago

i just wrote what i feel i want to care less about what people think of me like you said deep down i.. read more



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Incredibly intense, fantastic, I found myself enraged by the description of the your state of being, that's poetry. Fantastic write!

Posted 3 Years Ago


Chris, this is one powerful piece of writing. I can feel the pain and the angst and the anger. it took me back to those feelings I had as a young man, when the struggle was constant. A daily battle to overcome those crippling thoughts. I'll tell you, this is what writing is about. We don't write for others, we write for ourselves, to alleviate the pain. If a reader is moved, so be it. Good write.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

TheAimlessWanderer

3 Years Ago

i just wrote what i feel i want to care less about what people think of me like you said deep down i.. read more
You're right... You can't just burn away these dark and consuming emotions. They will always be there, haunting every living step. But... That doesn't mean you have to give in. People are defined by how they fight adversities, not by how adversities fought them. Pain makes us stronger, though, it is not something people desire to endure, which is completely understandable. I won't say I understand how you feel because to be honest, I don't. However, I think you writing this proves how strong you are and that you are very much alive. I mean, when you left, my motivation in being here dwindled... And if you actually died, I would have lost more motivation. This poem spoke from your soul and I congratulate you on how deep it is.

By the way, nice to have you back!

Posted 3 Years Ago


TheAimlessWanderer

3 Years Ago

it is just how i feel or am don't know what to say i am not good with relationships and i tend to tr.. read more
Sapientiam

3 Years Ago

Keep writing, then. Write until you finally find yourself. Even if your thoughts are drenched in mel.. read more
TheAimlessWanderer

3 Years Ago

i am sorry for lashing out at you. I don't know what came over me, i am depressed a lot but i usuall.. read more

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