I'm Done For.

[behindTHEmask]

I'm Done For

I’m done for.
Here.
Now.
Then.
Later.
I’m done for.
I’ve lost all sight of inspiration
all the music in my ears that made me feel a sense of you
a sense of her
a sense of him
a sense of anything.
Those artistic cries used insomnia as their drug are perishing
drying
soaking up the sun in hell
because heaven wasn’t so welcoming.

I’m dying in the light
because the darkness is refusing to see me so washed up
so melodramatic that they vomit in laughter –
sin to smile.
I’m dying in the light because drama frees my life
society looks uncorrupt
people don’t seem so bad,
and I’m wondering,
just wondering.

There are places to find a thorn to die on,
somewhere to be the sponge to tainted water,
purifying it beyond the color clear.
I’ve heard Gotham’s dying from the core on in,
killing the good,
and leaving the bad to starve on the bones of death.
Maybe I could write there.

I’m done for.
Here.
Now.
Then.
Later.
Forever.
Because I’m out of stories to write,
fables to tell
clichés to make my own.
Research shows the conclusion,
the indefinable tale,
we make cliché’s through repetition.
Nothing can ever be original,
including you and me.

[ScarletMornings]

woooow. fantastic. absolutely fantastic. i love the diction and the imagery and the flow. it's all just fantastic. my favorites are the last two stanzas. this is just amazing.

[ScarletMornings]

just one tiny suggestion.
Those artistic cries used insomnia as their drug are perishing
just sound off to me. maybe cries that used insomnia? i don't know, the way this is now just seems strange to me, but maybe i'm weird?

[Ramona]

It's really cool how you got across your idea with so little words. I liked it a lot.

Ramona