Nov 23, 2008 01:32
Hidden strange in bitter oceans deep;
every well-aimed stare firing hypocritic hate.
But these dangerous lies are stringed together
and woven into your evil plan
only to wallow in the incumbent self-pity
self inflicted and own self-loathing
Wasted opportunities inciting fortuitous rage.
Running to nowhere. Looking for nothing
Never to end except on the riotous rocky shore.
Morphed into green; shift sideways,
Drunk with the taste of revenge.
Keep building the wall up higher
blinded in stubborn sense of right.
It's never enough to be just what we are.
...I never promised you a rose garden.
ravings of a fevered mind