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Continually punished my past..
They make it last with creational mind-power..
A poison germinated and flowered.
Drowning in a sea of virtue, there's a devil inside me and I won't deny it.
I can only abide it--the demon clinging to my soul and my exhausted heart must fight it.
I've left behind so many forms, so many Selfs, but everybody wants the whole picture.
They want to string together the haves(halves), what ifs, coulds, shoulds- thinking these are whats in her.
But all I see is her face now. The well-worn tear trails that harbored so many feelings willing to fling themselves into oblivion at the end of the road. Is that my fate also?
Too tired to be anything but my stripped self, bone-white acceptance.
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