#1
Insomnia of my generation,
when can we sleep?
The earth hurts enough,
but what’s one more?

Feelings numb in our bones,
blood running cold,
are we left here to die,
all alone?

Tired from countless rhetoric,
jaded thoughts.
Dogmatic ramblings,
of experiences unknown.

Our mothers and fathers
saying they’ve been shown,
To listen, to trust,
how do I believe.

When they themselves fail to see,
For once not long ago,
they wept on their knees,
confused as to the path to follow.

Leaving us to wander,
to a time when robots build our graves,
when they take us away,
the machines of the day.
Well. what.
#3
when i have have insomnia, i just fap did you try that?
haha no for real though i like it i assume it's just poetry not lyrics?
"Remember folks, it's all bull****. It's all bull**** and it's bad for ya." ~ George Carlin.
RIP
"The last real man in showbiz"
#5
lol so does good aim
"Remember folks, it's all bull****. It's all bull**** and it's bad for ya." ~ George Carlin.
RIP
"The last real man in showbiz"
#6
Two things are very fitting;

the comments left revolve around having a wank

and a line from the piece

"Tired from countless rhetoric"

This is topic covered over and over, using the same cliched imagery of been left to die alone blahblahblah. You dress it up in what you may think is deep, meaningful phrases but we;ve seen it all before. Write about what you know, in a way thats personal to you. Then when we read it, we might just be able to relate to how you've personally felt. Thats the point of writing, to me. Its the general point of art. Making man feel less alone.

But this, friend, is tired. And when something is tired, you put it to bed.
You take my place in the showdown, I observe with a pitiful eye. I'll humbly ask you forgiveness, a request well beyond you and I.