...you prolly won't expect this
With grace and magesty the swallows swoop as the sidewalk becons below.
I've stood upon this bridge so long, yet time is passing slow.
The sun's remained in its blinding spot as tears well in my eye
But I refuse to shed a single drop, as no one else will cry.
Most will just be disappointed, but what have I to say?
Regardless of how one handles things, they'll always feel that way.
Others will be infuriated, for they've no one else to blame.
And then, of course, the saddened few- plagued by the shadow of shame
That's ominously loomed over me, heavier every year.
"Perfect" is such a casual word, and yet so hard to hear.
My inadequacies form binding restraints, morphing my mind into a cell
as my frustration leaks out Karosine, it ignites, and I'm in Hell.
I step; let concrete's cold embrace serve as death's comforting arms.
As it molds and crumbles around my crushed corpse, I feel no pain nor harm.
Oh no! It seems I've failed again! Can I do nothing right?
I cannot fly, I cannot die, and I've lost all will to fight.
I'm not feelin myself lately... or what I think most of you guys would say is normal behavior/emotion for me. But what can I say, I like surprising people. Anyways, I didn't write this for attention or to be emo or whatever you might think I did it for. Hell, if you think that's it, you really don't know me. But yeah, I think I did a nice rhyming job. Haha.
 the_forgotten_thought · Fri Aug 14, 2009 @ 10:18am · 0 Comments |
