Dont_Call_Me
Bluelighter
Foolish games and empty dreams
Provoking a credence within this juvenile reality
Of hope, carefree conduct and a misguided truth
Which promises a world that cannot be delivered
By contradiction of its very own definition.
Yet perseverance seems logical
An epiphany screaming out to the world
Like the jaded dark banshee that is this reality
That I am freely imprisoned in my own psyche
Let me loose, you twisted bitch.
Bitter pulses of bygone woes throbbing
Entrenched through this tangled mind
Clotting and blocking what might have been
And what probably damn well should be.
No turpentine to thin my thickened soul.
Biting into the wooden block of hope
Doesn't ease the pain heinously inflicted
It simply stops me biting through my tongue
And spilling blood on already bruised grounds
The slut of optimism may rise again this morning.
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http://users.bigpond.net.au/rudeness
Provoking a credence within this juvenile reality
Of hope, carefree conduct and a misguided truth
Which promises a world that cannot be delivered
By contradiction of its very own definition.
Yet perseverance seems logical
An epiphany screaming out to the world
Like the jaded dark banshee that is this reality
That I am freely imprisoned in my own psyche
Let me loose, you twisted bitch.
Bitter pulses of bygone woes throbbing
Entrenched through this tangled mind
Clotting and blocking what might have been
And what probably damn well should be.
No turpentine to thin my thickened soul.
Biting into the wooden block of hope
Doesn't ease the pain heinously inflicted
It simply stops me biting through my tongue
And spilling blood on already bruised grounds
The slut of optimism may rise again this morning.
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http://users.bigpond.net.au/rudeness
