piece of mind 06...
A palpating darkness embracing every corner of this broken soul.
Death wish, who pull you out and put you on parole?
Once again rooting your claws, leading man, you seek your role
furthermore nonetheless wanting more and more control
Make sure, Utopia, a distant lover, you're my cruel mistress,
over and over pounding every single brick of my fortress.
Mirror I spit on for nothing I find no such likeness
of my teared self, a burning foil full of pain, careless..
Confusion, illusion in fusion, perfect intrusion,
allusion of a secretive collusion of dellusions, conclusion?
Q&A, looking for satisfactory answers with the wrong question,
a simple obsession of possession becoming an aggression,
a secession between the one and two; needed discretion.
What more do they want, a depression becoming a confession?
Hell within, heaven much more deeper, what now?
After all the denial, the once more rejected vow,
standing up in front of everyone, raking all the wow,
screaming inside while inevitably you take a bow.
Cry, baby, you cry baby. Let all the tears flow
those dry cheeks are waiting for the final blow
while all your insides are squealing right below.
Delectable pain, thousands neddles slowly grow.
Suffocated everyday in this self-made plastic bag
not enough air, silent curses on my throat, they gag
my sore id and sooner than later, I'll brag my white flag.
"Enough of this!" They said, in cheerful shouts everytime.
Enough of what, I demand. A tall tower I would climb,
and not guilty I would plead, for love is not a crime.
Not until the death clock starts to ring its fatal chime.
Death wish, who pull you out and put you on parole?
Once again rooting your claws, leading man, you seek your role
furthermore nonetheless wanting more and more control
Make sure, Utopia, a distant lover, you're my cruel mistress,
over and over pounding every single brick of my fortress.
Mirror I spit on for nothing I find no such likeness
of my teared self, a burning foil full of pain, careless..
Confusion, illusion in fusion, perfect intrusion,
allusion of a secretive collusion of dellusions, conclusion?
Q&A, looking for satisfactory answers with the wrong question,
a simple obsession of possession becoming an aggression,
a secession between the one and two; needed discretion.
What more do they want, a depression becoming a confession?
Hell within, heaven much more deeper, what now?
After all the denial, the once more rejected vow,
standing up in front of everyone, raking all the wow,
screaming inside while inevitably you take a bow.
Cry, baby, you cry baby. Let all the tears flow
those dry cheeks are waiting for the final blow
while all your insides are squealing right below.
Delectable pain, thousands neddles slowly grow.
Suffocated everyday in this self-made plastic bag
not enough air, silent curses on my throat, they gag
my sore id and sooner than later, I'll brag my white flag.
"Enough of this!" They said, in cheerful shouts everytime.
Enough of what, I demand. A tall tower I would climb,
and not guilty I would plead, for love is not a crime.
Not until the death clock starts to ring its fatal chime.
3 Comments:
At 4:36 PM, Ditta.Dee said…
ck ck ck....
At 11:58 AM, MsQuixotic said…
wow. you should really submit this! mann.. thanks for making me cry.
At 7:55 PM, Burat said…
Ah, hatred for lovin, lovely.
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