What can I say? |
Soft, demented whispers from you
Devour my futile soul...
He doesn't know
The depths of his soul...
Drip, drip
Your blood paints the walls...
Empty thoughts, shallow mind
My head has drawn a blank...
Uncertainty caves in
Skin chilled with fear...
What can lie underneath your emotions?
A facade of falsehoods and memories haunting...
Bones of yesterday,
Buried in the sand...
A thousand needles injected
By you. Stabbing through my frail skin...
Fragments of life, still with chance
To form in a mosaic of beauty...
With an inkling of hope I grasp
On to what I can not see...
We worship the people we admire and place them on a pedstal. Never realizing that they could silently be doing the same to us. |
Metaphors for life can provide insight. But the only things that can really help you in your discovery are the things you can't put into words. |
If you only expect the unexpected, is there really anything to expect? |