(no subject)
What goods a poet who cannot ryhme?
When their muse has lost it's glow?
I know...
I grew so old of love songs,
used up every smile I possessed.
I regressed.
Confined to this shadow of a life.
I learned a deadly trade...
to charm dreamers with my words,
to sway others to their downfalls.
Don't look at me-
I'm contagious, this outrageous
mental block brings my worst nightmares to life,
projecting damnation from within me.
What goods a dancer whos gone deaf?
Who cannot hear the music beat?
I see...
Theres beauty that surrounds this,
fals hope aspires from within.
No one wins.
Confined to this shadow of a life,
forced to look harder.
To see life for what it is
rather then to silver line it.
Don't look at me-
I'm contagious, this outrageous
mental block brings my worst nightmares to life,
projecting damnation from within me.
Head to this warning, look away.
Don't let my thought seduce you.
This mind state is impossible to return from.
Head to this warning, look away.
Believe in happy endings-
or confine yourself to constant pessimissm.
We're all the broken poet, we're all the nervous dancer.
Don't look at me, don't see.
These nightmares aren't free.
Don't ruin your beauty.
Don't confine yourself to a shadow of a life....
not like me- I'm contagious.