(no subject)
Dreams
have suffocated my grasp of reality
As my heart's impulsions
Stampede through my decisions
And familiar salts drizzle down my cheeks
My fingers, trembling, weakly hug a pen
Caressing it wiht my palm
Seeking refuge in an inatimate object
It holds the truths
I've yet to discover
And my idealism
Flows through my viens
As my realism is released
on this page
I'm a dumb girl
trapped believing
that this world
truly does conatin
some sort of beauty
I'm a fool
with a contract
to my soul
signed so long ago
stating this imaginary beauty
can be retained
Time wasted
with poems and books
art and musicians
to be left in ruin
of no place to go
detatched
from all the living
a dead soul
floating along the coast
of God's most precious gift
What a glorious pile of filth
and excrement we live amongst
what a beautiful world it is.
have suffocated my grasp of reality
As my heart's impulsions
Stampede through my decisions
And familiar salts drizzle down my cheeks
My fingers, trembling, weakly hug a pen
Caressing it wiht my palm
Seeking refuge in an inatimate object
It holds the truths
I've yet to discover
And my idealism
Flows through my viens
As my realism is released
on this page
I'm a dumb girl
trapped believing
that this world
truly does conatin
some sort of beauty
I'm a fool
with a contract
to my soul
signed so long ago
stating this imaginary beauty
can be retained
Time wasted
with poems and books
art and musicians
to be left in ruin
of no place to go
detatched
from all the living
a dead soul
floating along the coast
of God's most precious gift
What a glorious pile of filth
and excrement we live amongst
what a beautiful world it is.