Frustration

[mephisto_so7]

Something is slowing me down.
It makes its way through my arms,
And through these fatigued worn fingers
In fury-fevered lashings of claw.
I somehow manage to gain the strength it takes
To emit its evils onto the page.
Blood-soaked desperate one-sided attempts
Into the chill of all words.
Let the sloth be told of horrid torment,
To watch him plagued in thought for all of our years.
In every time, a star of hope is shining its regards
As a sparkle of vain mockery,
In these pained attempts of self-alleviation.
To convert from the monster.

 

[Squirt]

good words mephisto. frustration sucks, doesn't it? it'll all straighten itself out. i promise.

 

[Noodle]

very nice... especially liked the chill of words... nothing more to write about this I guess, 'cause most anything would work with the right perspective.

 

[Aja909]

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