Climbing These Walls

• Artist: Meth Related Nightmare
• Description: It's a sonnet in the Italian style. Needs more work. Criticism welcome. Will write for $$$.
• Date: 10/05/2008
• Tags: climbing these walls

In my mind the walls are white.
My brain masturbating, the real crime.
My memories are spent wasting time.
When I die, I'll die alone at night.
It's not alright, I'm not alright.
I'll never be happy like back in time.
From the bottom to the top is a deep dark climb,
It's not alright, I'm not alright.
I'm going where destiny calls,
Back to then and where I was,
I swore to God I'd be able to cope,
Let's climb these walls,
Put the world on pause,
Fetch the rope.

Comments

[La Petite Mofette]

I love the sudden ending "Fetch the rope" implying suicide...