The Bluest Sea Of Sorrowful Facade Mirages.

Troublesome times come upon me in a tidal wave
Moments of grief escalate into years of being heartaches slave
Depressed and obscured with details of anger and desolation
Tempted to fall over into the river of anguish and aggravation

Futile attempts to raise myself higher than the average bar
Desperate to salvage the only part of my body left unscarred
This figure encases a soul so tattered and a barely whole heart
Presumptuous assumptions made from the introductions that start

Silence is not my friend and pain is only a brutal reminder of the hurt-
Left in the hallow cactus of your embrace that treats my mouth like the desert;

Behaving in mannerisms that can only concur how sad I truly am inside..
Guilty stares that promise a future full of sinful burdens and distrustful lies.

Bereft arms so lonely and impenetrable to onlooker's foreign gazes of concern-
Guile temptations that seem so surreal and my longing eyes that continue to yearn.

Musical aberrations that seem like a pavements alluring water mirage,
Incapable of being reassured and the symbolism of my angelic facade;

Inscrutable games that mesmerize and capture the attention of those who view,-
A lifeless existence that people who live so happily seem to always misconstrue..

I'm trapped in the ocean of the bluest sorrows to ever be noticed and known;
An indifferent girl who feels torn and with the seams not able to be sewn...

Copyright (c) 2008 Lilium.