You Wanted To Be A King, Wish granted -The King Of Failure

I remember the day you said I’d be nothing without you

My stomach sank because for a moment I thought it might be true

Now im the one moving on and im the one growing

You’re stuck inside your twisted ways

Your roots unable to form deeper in the dirt

You’ve stunted your own growth with the poison that leaves you deteriorating

In your mind your superior, the hallucinogens have altered you

You’re in a different universe

In reality your nose is pointed in a corner and your staring at wall

Your feet keep moving but you’re going nowhere, you’re going nowhere at all.



About write2sleep

If you are looking for a well structured blog with correct punctuation and sentence formation, you have come to the wrong blog. My writing style reflects my mind- COMPLETE CHAOS. For the ones who are restless..if you can't fall right to sleep ;Write2sleep.

Posted on August 12, 2011, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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