Warped at Twenty Six
A monotony of thought made flesh. A script of life incarnated to play. A thespian at 26, I am warped.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
The pain of love
You don't know
You can't see
What really goes on
Inside of me
My eyes shield
How I feel inside
You don't know
How much I've cried
My mouth restricts
What I'd really say
And make you think
I'm perfectly okay
I know you tried
You mean well
But I have things
I'd never tell
To truly laugh
To really smile
Is something
I haven't
Done in a while
You'll never know
How I really feel
I don't know how long
It will take to heal.
Just know that
I still love you
After everything
That I've been through.
You'll never see
Inside my mind
I'm protecting you
From what you'd find.
I protect you because
I love you so.
This is my pain
You'll never know.
You can't see
What really goes on
Inside of me
My eyes shield
How I feel inside
You don't know
How much I've cried
My mouth restricts
What I'd really say
And make you think
I'm perfectly okay
I know you tried
You mean well
But I have things
I'd never tell
To truly laugh
To really smile
Is something
I haven't
Done in a while
You'll never know
How I really feel
I don't know how long
It will take to heal.
Just know that
I still love you
After everything
That I've been through.
You'll never see
Inside my mind
I'm protecting you
From what you'd find.
I protect you because
I love you so.
This is my pain
You'll never know.
Dance of life
Fleeting moments of solitude
I am dreaming the pits of bliss
Into my grasp, I can seize
The tree of bo still unearthed
Where I can seek and plead
The exculpation of indulgence
Of absolution, of doubt
And the unknowns of being.
I am dreaming the pits of bliss
Into my grasp, I can seize
The tree of bo still unearthed
Where I can seek and plead
The exculpation of indulgence
Of absolution, of doubt
And the unknowns of being.
I am drifting with forethought
To let my guards down
And devoured by wolves
In the iniquitous world of flesh
Confined and restricted
In a tapered box of chocolate
Waiting to be uncluttered
In the open hands of fate.
To let my guards down
And devoured by wolves
In the iniquitous world of flesh
Confined and restricted
In a tapered box of chocolate
Waiting to be uncluttered
In the open hands of fate.
What then would I hold on to
If not for the morals of the circle
The median of the earth
Could have been bleak
And parallel with the ground
But naïve inside, unsullied
Cleared from the uncertainties
Of an untamed and ruthless evil.
If not for the morals of the circle
The median of the earth
Could have been bleak
And parallel with the ground
But naïve inside, unsullied
Cleared from the uncertainties
Of an untamed and ruthless evil.
The music sounds repulsive still
But have to dance away
Sway through a strobe light
And a floor filled unexpectedly
With smoke infuriating
Though the knack unimposing
I am dreaming of better times
Where I could party hard, harder.
But have to dance away
Sway through a strobe light
And a floor filled unexpectedly
With smoke infuriating
Though the knack unimposing
I am dreaming of better times
Where I could party hard, harder.
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