Jun 16, 2006 12:01
i scream inside
i rage against the dying of the light
i shout against the bonds that hold me
yet silence is all around me
my skin is cold, pallid, and grey
eyes empty, lips dry
as i thirst for freedom
and grieve for what i am denied
i try to reach for a sliver of glass
and find my arms tied secure
and always i end up to lose
that which i live for
all i can do is sit still
dance to the tune of my master
with grief and sorrow for brothers
and misery as a comfort
i am a pretty doll
painted, dressed for play
but my words are not my own
these empty words i say
all the things i might've said
choking me, making me mute
strangling myself with my own rope
as i drain the life of hope
to a life of servitude
and all i can do is seethe within
for my wish can never be
no sound will ever pass these lips
for i will never be free.
........
ever been a girl, in a world where it's considered cheap to talk about how you really feel? To tell a guy you like him, and know it's like a kiss of death to do so?
that's why i dislike talking about feelings, or romantic feeligs, in Real Life. because...it's just...distasteful to me.
Online thuogh, i can rant! and rave! or whatever.