Altered_Soul9
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 31, 2003
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My patience grows thin as I wait in an uncertain mood.
A pale figure reveals itself to me,
As I grow indecisive within my own skull.
His voice is one of harshness and disgust,
One I thought I had strangled long ago.
Yet with the beautiful dissonance in his voice speaks a truth.
A truth far beyond any I had never heard.
He slowly makes haste towards my chair,
And reveals his broken face.
And I am not afraid
For this is life self portrait.
Painted on a canvas of movable feelings and replacable memories.
Hung in a hall of lies where only the recluses of the world travel.
Left to age.....
Left to die......
Watch your life chip away at the edges.....
-AS9
A pale figure reveals itself to me,
As I grow indecisive within my own skull.
His voice is one of harshness and disgust,
One I thought I had strangled long ago.
Yet with the beautiful dissonance in his voice speaks a truth.
A truth far beyond any I had never heard.
He slowly makes haste towards my chair,
And reveals his broken face.
And I am not afraid
For this is life self portrait.
Painted on a canvas of movable feelings and replacable memories.
Hung in a hall of lies where only the recluses of the world travel.
Left to age.....
Left to die......
Watch your life chip away at the edges.....
-AS9
