I celebrate myself,
Dancing on the graves of the deceased,
Playing with the cards of fate,
And holding hands with Death.
Cautiously challenging the Devil,
And beating him at his own game,
While laughing at his pain.
And yet still lost within my own thoughts,
And poking at my dreams,
Trying to figure out the difference between.
While trying to believe,
What I see is true,
And wondering if this reality is a false belief.
Seeing things that can’t be seen,
And hearing things unheard,
Yet knowing it doesn’t make sense.
Holding on to all my thoughts,
Thriving in the pain they cause,
And wanting nothing more than to be left alone.
Forgetting this broken past,
While watching the hands of time,
Play with the shadows,
Distorting them to fit my mind.
Yet always longing for someone,
Needing someone to share my agony with,
And yet I’m still alone.
Twisting reality to fit my distorted mind,
Craving this insanity holding me,
Wanting to feel something, anything,
Other then this numbing sense.
Me knowing what I’m thinking,
Incomprehensibly understanding what I don’t understand,
Needing an explanation to these unexplained thoughts.
Now completely senseless,
Searching once again for my darkened thoughts,
Escaping from the reality of this world,
Do I fall back into darkness.
My mind completely denying all the pain,
Yet craving it,
Holding my own suffering in the palm of my hand.
Awakening from this horrid dream,
Of broken promises and fake I love you’s,
Once again back in this unwanted world,
Hoping it’ll all fade away.
And yet wanting nothing to change,
Loving how everything is,
But hating it all the same way.
COMMENTS
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Angelus
01:06 Mar 19 2012
the dichitomy of Life, encapsulated in verse. cool.