Κυριακή, 12 Μαΐου 2013

Obsession


Crawling snide motions behind closed doors
Grasping the life out of you
Leaving you with guilt and chaos

Don't do it!
Not tonight, not again.
Refuse this hollow whistle inside you.

The world in there is false and full of terrors
The words are dressed in half-truths
The picture is nothing but an illusion

You believed in this binary reality
That cliff that pushed you to the edge
Now you sob for mega actions in your bed

You are the king of kings
Your kabuki mask is melting down
My poor fool! You fell again.


Now you're alone...

2 σχόλια:

ruth_less είπε...

People are always alone in their obsession... seeing life through a distorted mirror.
We cannot walk this path with them; The only thing we can do, is wait for them on the other side, until they cross over.

I'm glad I found your page
:)

Lucrezia είπε...

@ruth_less: Whatever we do in life, we are ultimately alone.

Just like Edgar Allan Poe said:
"Whatever I have loved, I loved alone."

So true, for most things.

I'm glad you find me too. Not many people surf this "neighborhood". :P