Thoughts

I was feeling awful when I wrote this. A combination of lack of sleep and misanthropic mood.

Free will, none but in outcry,

Insidious pupeteers in my skull, feelings a lie,

Useless toy of fate, end is nigh.

Locked inside I is me,

The mind is an endless boundary.

None may reach in, that's insane,

A maddening thorn, in my brain,

Nameless, limbless phantom pain.

Reviews

[Glass Heart Inc]

Interesting poem. Sometimes it is easy to question how your thoughts and ideas enter your mind, where they come from, if they are really your own. If I were you I'd name this "Phantom Brain". Thanks for a good read. :)

[Ashr]

You took the time to write this, and I appreciate. Concerning the title, well...actually, I don't like coming up with them, so I always go for the easiest route.

What you said is...nice, but left me wanting for actual criticism. If something is not good, I would have wanted to know, and why it is so. Same thing with good aspects.
Not that I require that of you. You can review things however you'd like.

[Glass Heart Inc]

Alright, sorry.

[Ashr]

That's absolutely fine D: