THE PIANO
By vbknight
Cigarette smoke filled rooms and too much alcohol
The drunken stumbles and falls
Just like my life which has been reduced to nothing
Nothing at all
I've seen hope float away in a cloud of smoke
Choking the very air which I breathe
As despair forever walks with me
I hate think of my life as just a lost cause
As I walk down these isolated halls
Where I once had it all
Now I have nothing...nothing at all
The slow piano plays the tune of my depression
Singing my life's dark and gloomy song
It seems I have been a prisoner of my own mind for so long
I can't remember what freedom was
How freedom acts and how freedom does
All I can remember is what I once was
And what I probably should have lived to be
But I am forever indulged in this misery
And I can not see past these gritty, grimy walls
Inside my mental prison cell, where I once had it all
Now I have nothing nothing at all.
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