Youth of the Nation

by BrokenMisery   Aug 17, 2006


Barbed wire noose,
Cut throat devastation,
Left bleeding through your hands.

Skipping through the pages
A life in a word of history,
Counting the loss of miracles
In this lifeless mystery.

Simple mistakes and broken truth
In your imperfect miss-fit youth.

Flat line in the blood-pool,
Countdown in the breath,
Cut-throat suicide
That brings this life to death.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Aussie

    WOW, gr8 poem. u got a gr8 way to paint with words. even if they'er small. i think it would be a good song:)

  • 17 years ago

    by Natalie

    Wowee-- I liked this. :]

    The title reminds me of the song, and I love that song, too.

    The poem was very nicely done also. Great job! Keep it up.

    Natalie``