Deap Poem of life....

[Truthbearer]

Ricochet

I am a puppet
I rise inside the darkness of an supercilious soul
Desire is my unexpected mistress
Trapped inside this excrutiation bowl

Oh why? Destiny defies the very purpose
Of he who listen to a world that has collapsed
Insuficient is the love that one has given
When betrayed by fate in the friendly fire of the past

[Citizen Erased]

I'm guessing you meant Deep? :D Oh the irony. Also, supercilious seems kind of out of place. It doesn't seem to make sense to me but I dunno, maybe I didn't get it.

[Truthbearer]

Oh, you got it alright, if there was something to get... Actually I just made it up at the spot, and was laughing my ass off as I did. I tried to make it seem deep, but have it actually mean nothing. I just realized...that can be considered a post-modernist poem; it lack real meaning, thus words mean nothing....

I think I did a pretty good job!

P.S. The "deap" part was intentional, thus completing this masterpiece...