in my heart of hearts there is only a scar. i operate within the lines, and i see the margin but i'm on the outside. no forward thinking can stop me from falling behind. i might have lost a step, but i'll take it in stride. i'm afraid to sleep cuz my true thoughts will come out. honest expressions of death and doubt. and nowadays i cry without a sound so i don't wake my inner demons. oh how they linger. waiting so still, i can't think straight, it's my head they fill. i revel in the pain cuz it means i'm still feeling but the open wound means i'm never healing. i could have a one night stand, but it's those other seven days when i still feel lost. cuz while time is speeding up and slipping away, all i want is for someone to stay.
i need a kiss from lady luck to put some wind behind my sails. guide me, show me, help me blaze my own trail. ill give her a ring to keep her by my side cuz she is one of a kind and until death do us part, she can hold my heart. and i will love her so until i die. with you so far away, all i do is watch the clock. i hold its hands to keep them from turning, but its yours i really want. its like time and distance are running a race and i'm in dead last. i could run forever but they move too fast. i would never catch up. it's love i'm chasing after, but not quickly enough.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
mirage
with the wool over my eyes, i never slept better. i can finally get away from empty words of hopeless hopes and all the stupid dreams that keep us afloat. but i'd rather stay awake cuz it's this nightmare i can't shake.
more violent means to unexamined ends can only leave us dead. i still take part in a system i find flawed: a gear turning towards disaster, and i am a cog. for my interests, money isn't involved but it's still the thing around which i revolve. we're so scared to think on our own: made to believe this place is home. this false sense of security suffocates. we're led by a single mind too afraid to debate. no room for a real dialogue. ask a question, face the firing squad. real thought is suppressed for need of control. we wander through life not aware of what they stole. the things we value have made us ill. bedridden and sick, no longer with the will -- to think. to challenge. punishments that don't fit the crimes. a life in prison for being a product of the system; while a killer walks away with a slap on the wrist. because oscar grant represents the problem that still persists. that we will mount an army to fight a perceived thug. we refuse to shed a tear, but we'd love to shed your blood.
why are we unable to see past the mirage placed before our eyes? not ready to move past the facade we call our lives. these are the symptoms of our diseased ways. with no impending change, i'm counting down our numbered days.
more violent means to unexamined ends can only leave us dead. i still take part in a system i find flawed: a gear turning towards disaster, and i am a cog. for my interests, money isn't involved but it's still the thing around which i revolve. we're so scared to think on our own: made to believe this place is home. this false sense of security suffocates. we're led by a single mind too afraid to debate. no room for a real dialogue. ask a question, face the firing squad. real thought is suppressed for need of control. we wander through life not aware of what they stole. the things we value have made us ill. bedridden and sick, no longer with the will -- to think. to challenge. punishments that don't fit the crimes. a life in prison for being a product of the system; while a killer walks away with a slap on the wrist. because oscar grant represents the problem that still persists. that we will mount an army to fight a perceived thug. we refuse to shed a tear, but we'd love to shed your blood.
why are we unable to see past the mirage placed before our eyes? not ready to move past the facade we call our lives. these are the symptoms of our diseased ways. with no impending change, i'm counting down our numbered days.
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