TheTidesofSolace
03-18-2007, 04:19 PM
Maybe I've got this all wrong. A sudden choke, panic sets in with its kin, anxiety and we cheers our tea to my hospitality. I'm feeding you lovely angels again tonight, our merry hearts clouded with sin. Our purity grows, our shine dulls, and we become the dirt, the very dirt that will wash away written word and poetic value. Maybe I've got this all wrong, and by hardboring these criminals in my house of thought and companionship, Im actually protecting myself from this door. On the other side lay city streets littered with human decay, with the rot and stink of contempt found in one's own dirty pockets. The sins that bring us closer will only push me further away. The more the headlines read sexual abuse, and rape, the more the next day its another fashion statement about relationships. "Yeah, at first when Ben raped me, I had no idea he'd turn out to be such an amazing husband. " Im terrified, of being who I want to be and not ever gaining your acceptance. Im not a fucking rebel, Im one of those corner store jokes written on an air freshener, I'll hurt you're heart to think about, but I'm not the antichrist. If I could build a dream so far and so wide that all my hearts thoughts could prosper into something more, I'd never come back. I'd feel the sun on my skin and the honesty in my eyes and ears, and I'd forget them all.
Even a giant grass and tree covered hulucination with the wilds of my mind roaming and triumphing one another would be more honest then whats on the other side of the shell.
I'll bar all the windows and recluse myself to my thoughts. I don't need my happiness anymore, just the will to live.
Even a giant grass and tree covered hulucination with the wilds of my mind roaming and triumphing one another would be more honest then whats on the other side of the shell.
I'll bar all the windows and recluse myself to my thoughts. I don't need my happiness anymore, just the will to live.