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
Saturday, March 17, 2007
in the darkest nights of stars withering in the skies
fading away to obscurity
finding a way to evade scrutiny
for evrey good thing cant last
plying by the rules
but pulled by the noose
fool fool
in the still of the night sleepless wandering
tugging and turning eyes so red and body like lead
forseeing the fates living in a wheel caged
paranoia gripps and memories kills
fall fall
still its dark nowhere to run swallowed by the dark
fighting so long left chinks in armour a matter of time befall
and even if rock erodes what is a fighting spirit?
and all thats left is a husk of it
a rebel fighting..till he fell for the final time
after so many falls and stabs its about time he fell
but cherished he'll be not,dying in sorrowful pain
and all his memories he will keep
all those deeds unto him in constant thought
all those loves in constant motion
and all the mistakes will be tipped by the venomous memoirs of those betaryed and slayed till aven a husk is gone and the dust and ashes are not even left particles
but a whish of air thats meant to forgetabble
in the still of the night..
Another Ordinary Story at 8:07 AM;
