Clutched memories hold on to life..
Upon a fairytale lay the secrets of darkness
A world unknown to the eye of the seer
With the longevity of the span of minuscule troubles
A life is a pool to drown in..
The perfect pitch from a thesis laid out on tables
A character jumps out of pages into our lives
Haunting our dreams down the cliffs..
The tremolo of the voices shatter the strength within us
We crumble into ashes with the burning flames
A sudden realization that the end is near
And a curse spills from our mouth, cussing at those troubles
Living in our spirits even after we are dead
Bothering us below the ground as the flesh is tormented..
Open your eyes, dreamer
Open your eyes to the blackest day
Your blindness will not be enough to cover up the future
A perfect stiletto will rip through you silhouette
Standing in front of the sun..
Then you shadow will be devoured by ill temper
When you start rumbling the streets with rage..
Our destiny awaits patiently while we try to stretch out for it
It's almost there, finger tips receiving the static
A small hesitation covers the doorknob like grease
And we still can not decide..
Are we there, or are we standing outside?
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
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