Living without a life
Staring right in to the sunjust to spend some time.
Watching paintings gather dust.
Conversating with my shadow
of things the mirror cannot tell.
Running around chasing dust
lines of light through the blinds.
Feel the chill overcome the warmth.
In my world with open doors
no one rings the bell.
Sporadic delusions thrilling me
as the common seem so dull.
Voices from the wall befriends me.
Difficulties finding comfort
in this living hell.
Severely damaged and malnourished
nothing's got a point.
Forgot the feeling of ones presence.
Remorse will vaporize existence
falling in this bottomless well.
Poetry by tobias wedin
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Written on 2009-04-06 at 13:44
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