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, January 11, 2007
lying on the ground looking upon the blue skies a daze
blood red
is it my tears?
is it my pain?
isit a dream?
how amusing drfting to the past of angels such beauty
now i see stained in blood and gore
wings ripped tears of blood
how can epihany be achieved when oneselves want to shed the light
but others take it only selfishly
its not a matter of emo or feeling but a matter of trust
such agony seems so traumatic yet so distant that only numbness remains
that all the angel ask for is remebrance and trust but insted looked
upon as an etrnal idol of stone onli uncovered onli met when needed to be asked for a favour
a tale thast indeeds fails both paries
a tragedy indeed
as the angel cries in black blood the human is left unfilfilled in destiny
Another Ordinary Story at 7:44 AM;
