revera
in truth..."i want to live where soul meets body, where life meets death."
i wish i had the melody to sing my heart's desires, the courage to speak my mind's truths. i wish i was cruel enough to be brutally honest, selfish enough to act in my interests. instead, i lie here, too humble, too quiet, too hollow, too lost. in doing this, i let the hurt push me away to the cliff of solitude, allowing the anger to overcome me, to drown me in a tsunami of prickling thorns.
i pray to cross the boundary very soon, and with it comes the liberation from the chains of humanity which has tortured me for so long. limbo, map my journey and take me soon before i fashion my own roads. i'd rather your hands guide me to my destination than the one i shall create on my own.
ask me questions, and i'll reward you with lies. lend me pity, and i'd give you false assurance. ask for forgiveness and i'll give you denial. in the end, we'll all put on masks of perfection, and we'll start the countdown once again. only such beauty is found in the classic art of deception. even our smiles are correctly crafted.
i hate this entrapment.
i wish i had the melody to sing my heart's desires, the courage to speak my mind's truths. i wish i was cruel enough to be brutally honest, selfish enough to act in my interests. instead, i lie here, too humble, too quiet, too hollow, too lost. in doing this, i let the hurt push me away to the cliff of solitude, allowing the anger to overcome me, to drown me in a tsunami of prickling thorns.
i pray to cross the boundary very soon, and with it comes the liberation from the chains of humanity which has tortured me for so long. limbo, map my journey and take me soon before i fashion my own roads. i'd rather your hands guide me to my destination than the one i shall create on my own.
ask me questions, and i'll reward you with lies. lend me pity, and i'd give you false assurance. ask for forgiveness and i'll give you denial. in the end, we'll all put on masks of perfection, and we'll start the countdown once again. only such beauty is found in the classic art of deception. even our smiles are correctly crafted.
i hate this entrapment.