you see the words
i've written here
but what i feel
is not as clear.
the words i say
cannot compare
to the joy
which is so rare.
an empty shell
i've nearly become
impossible to go back
to where i am from.
the shallowness echoes
from my own mind
my once true self
you will never find.
far lost to the depths
of insanity
an impossible cure
to my vanity.
taking its hold
with sharp, clawed hands
as my life ends shortly
and i fall where i stand.
 
hm...couldnt decide on the picture for this one either...
 MasterTater · Sat Jan 06, 2007 @ 05:12am · 1 Comments |
