Nov 09, 2003 17:11
WALKING STATUtEs
What you can't feel can't be real
Past the stars of the boiling point
A mystery wave of shadows
Under mind lies a harvest of health
I'm painting a picture with two stories
I'm living a life with no importance
Possitive notes must have passed me by
The sun is shining bright
I'm a luminous entity
holding the conscious mystery
nine systems went solar
A shattering piece of mindlessness
I cringe at the space
I can't shed light into this place
I'm searching the grounds
No more solid than oxygen
A life-we fear.
Human depletion in a toxic sphere
Conversation we indulge in
Living a death of life
Superior formations
Are we?-Were we?-ever a gods creation
Power, morals, hate
A religious war and faith
Desolate stares of ignorant eyes
Upon a spotlight
Hiding from yourself
And those with sentimental holdings
Pushing aside, keeping selfishness inside
I won't talk to them
They won't notice anything
The eyes are meteors in space
Hearing sonic waves
We are amused and walking this statue
I cringe at the human race
I can't shed light, I'm misplaced
I'm searching the grounds
No more solid than oxygen
No ending was found