Waste Of Time, Is Me

Why do you praise my beeing
when i am nothing but destruction
Did I lead you on to that path of insanity
Or are you the only to blame

Do you wish to be lost in my wicked spaces?

Why are you hanging on to me
like a hook on my back, tearing my skin
I can`t do anything for you in this world
How come you think it i can make it all better

Seems to me you wish to hide in illusions?

I hold nothing of value or need in reality
Walk around in despair and confusion
Shit is behind and in front of my time
And bombs land wherever I lay my eyes

What in hell are you thinking of?



Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2008-07-14 at 11:55

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I guess she or he is one of those folk that cannot let a lost soul go my frend! There are a lot of us floating around! You are not a waste of time, you are a good writer of poetic truths. Smiling at you, Tai
2008-07-14