Contemplation is Self Destruction
I stood in the rain for about half an hour today. It wasn't the happy, joyous, giddy time where little boys and girls prance around without a care in the world. I was like the turkey gazing up toward the sky with it's mouth open, stupidity overwelming and drowning me. It gave me time to think...about the sins of my past, present, and future. About my nightmares that so recently have been plaguing my thoughts when I am in the safe comfort of the darkness, where no one can see me. I could feel myself being soaked down to the soul, emersed in the lie that was glory and self gratification.
I am not a writer so I cannot possibly begin to describe in words what I am feeling at this point in my life.
I live this life of empty lies
Where even I can't hear their cries
Maybe I'm destined to be alone
The cowardly prince atop his throne
Feeling the rain upon his skin
Trying to find the power within
Here he is, broken and chained
Hiding his face, pained and tearstained
Ill fix and continue it later, I'm not in the mood
I am not a writer so I cannot possibly begin to describe in words what I am feeling at this point in my life.
I live this life of empty lies
Where even I can't hear their cries
Maybe I'm destined to be alone
The cowardly prince atop his throne
Feeling the rain upon his skin
Trying to find the power within
Here he is, broken and chained
Hiding his face, pained and tearstained
Ill fix and continue it later, I'm not in the mood