RAMBLINGS
An all too ordinary story, with aftertaste so bitter
Forced to be someone I don't want to be
I'm losing myself... sinking deeper down
I'm caught in the world wound web
Thursday, December 07, 2006
where has liberty soared?
into the bloodied hands of ours a crumpled dove falls
the colours of life fades to negatives
all that remaINS is a painless yeaning to break free from this cycle of misery
walking around with heavy chains hazy thoughts cloud jugement
as sins and virtues collide a strong belief of values is al but crushed
not knowin what is the truth of virtues
not knowing when our pets will bite
not knowing when a stray can love
life is an illusion of matters
obscurity is the word
but the truth remains
hatred prevades
and forgiveness is a long lost dream
Another Ordinary Story at 6:13 AM;