Mind and Soul Seprated

My words levitate each time I talk.
I am just a star hidden in the dark.
Mind and soul is getting rip apart.
Cause in my mind I am free.
But in my soul I am the last of a dieing breathe.
So am I doom to live a life of eternal misery.
Wondering if I die will anybody remember me.
Or is this just a bad dream.
Words are addicted and yes I am a fiend.
If my life was a movie hell will be my scene.
But right now my mind is in heaven, yet my  soul is still stuck in between.
My shadow is the only one that stand by me.
Each night I am feeling the heat but the light I have yet to see.
A normal life was never meant for me.
So each night I struggle to break free.
Maybe one day my mind and soul will be at peace.
I know that day will come but only when I am decease.
Right now the devil is just having a feast. 
God why is my soul bond to this lease.
Mind and soul separated because my mind is bond to the street.
Yet each night my soul is still hoping for peace.
Maybe one day I will get use to this heat.
So each night my mind stay in the stars :smokes: as this pain increase.
Witness protection is not a choice for me.
Because I know when I die is the only time that I will be free.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Pettit Avatar
February 20, 2011 at 4:45 PM
This is a diamond in the rough. Your spelling and grammar need some corrections throughout this writing, but your overall descriptiveness is good.
Kendrick Avatar
January 29, 2011 at 4:15 AM
Interesting work..Curious about the next to last line??So you are the last of a dying breed?? What is it that you stand up for in this world that has gone so wrong?..I like your metaphoric language and creative descriptiveness..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting...Sara
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January 28, 2011 at 8:43 PM
some do feel that death is freedom, deep write, enjoyed this one Dion,..p.d.
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