And When The Sky That Used To Be Blue,Turned Dark Finally.: August 2008

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

~DEFINATION OF YOUR OWN FEAR~

What is there to your biggest fear,

and what is there that makes you fall to tears?

Living in your own world of imperfection,

you squeeze the thoughts to slither away,in denial.

Ejecting your biggest dream as not to block that stained lyrics,

bite the symphony of the music,

and see it cracked down the attic.

Rolling down the hill from the highest peak,

you're loosing your way again.

Sarcasm never failed to be part of your game,

your own prudential play.

Lock the lyrics down,try not to read them in tune.

Rinse away those empty smiles and create a doll out of butterflies,

see them fly,scattered like your own lies.

Fill those deed with your own bricks,

away from those tides,your wall has been completed.

A stoned heart like yours.

Indeed i hear,the bell from my castle,

the chimes from heaven yet the rings from hell.

Pick up the call or shall i answer the guest?

Praising your own fears,

living with your pleasing tears.

So much for those glamour and glitz.

The potrayal i saw on my canvas paint,

the painting was strikingly leer,

but those pastels made it so clear.

Knock the door three times and take a step back,

are those roses for thy or its just for thee?

Crawling in nausea,you became unclear.

Those pills isn't enough yet,

for that mind that hears,

indifferent from my own outcast.

"Please them well,they shall treat you well."

"They" in my own words,was the call for me.

Bundles of those ancient scrolls you sell,

not knowing it was from the cheapest cell you have.

Lick that lollipop down into your tummy,

your life ends with a shot of meaningless.

as what you tell is still unclear,

this is the Defination 0f Your 0wn Fear.

10:16 PM

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Tuesday, August 5, 2008