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Feb 12, 2005 05:23

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take that...
and it doesn't even work!

Children wet from a sprinklers glance,
Born warm in the suns grin,
Breed smiles and laughter out ignorant heads.
These flourishing flowers soon too will be cut as I was.
The hand of creation touched me with talent
Sown into me with innate wisdom and skill.
Even with the gifts with which I am blessed, I continue to fail and fall

From an exploding motor to a raging boss
An empty bank account and a great love recently lost
I need a distraction:
Something to pull my thoughts from the pain
So I dance…

On a razor’s edge I pull it to me,
To become the marionette in this act.
My thoughts shut down, and my pain slips away
Every time I pull it across me
The once dark room in which I sit becomes bright.
And I am so afraid of the dark.

I fear the cuts will deepen as my pain continually does
A broken slide, and the farther down I go
The harder it is to get back
I don’t know how to make this ride stop.
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