There is a darkness
Something that grows
Taking over my mind
My heart
My desires
Is what I want true?
Am I in love with him?
Torn between reality and what is fake
It's pure chaos
Of only to hear that sound
The singing the clears the chaos
And everything stands still
~
I'm not going to explain my poem for some odd reason I don't even understand it. Well my poems are more like a look into my mind. That aside, I've noticed something. I'm getting annoyed easily lately yet...there's a time when my mind is calm and I won't say when or anything about that time. It's sort of embarassing. I shouldn't be like this, it feels wrong. It feels...great yet horrible. If only the mind was not so weak...
Ok not all people are weak but I believe myself to be weak. I know I am weak. People say I'm strong but they don't see all of my mind, only I can do that and even then it's not like I know or understand all of it. Sometimes I admit I wonder what's wrong with me but it's just...ugh.
I swear I want to explain what's going on, it's been bugging me non-stop but I just can't. Oh well. I guess there's really nothing else I want to say right now.
~Shadow of Fire
Sing once again my angel, for only the sound of your pure voice can quiet the storm of my mind.
 elegantdemonofpoop · Wed Jun 28, 2006 @ 03:38am · 1 Comments |
