Post by CherryCoker on Apr 3, 2005 19:36:43 GMT -5
One ugly net, burned out with shades of repetition,
strangles out the hues of brutal suffocation.
And the bruises which criss-cross this heart,
painted in swirling whispers of faux-happiness,
are visible only to the fellow tormented eye
in the creased pages of shaken youth.
And when you look across this face, you drown
in a swift current of defense mechanisms--
walls and traps and the deepest of falsity.
But what you never saw were all of my dreams--
undervalued, overlooked, depreciated--
amidst the cries crushed by mistrusted intuition.
And sitting here, trapped in my own fear of failure,
falling into my own self-confidence run dry,
I can't help but wish I'd dreamt up lighter days
and brighter hearts to crush themselves.
But instead I had ideals-- and moral fiber
soaked my soul in possibility and hope.
Won't somebody slap me out of reality?
[/color][/size][/center]strangles out the hues of brutal suffocation.
And the bruises which criss-cross this heart,
painted in swirling whispers of faux-happiness,
are visible only to the fellow tormented eye
in the creased pages of shaken youth.
And when you look across this face, you drown
in a swift current of defense mechanisms--
walls and traps and the deepest of falsity.
But what you never saw were all of my dreams--
undervalued, overlooked, depreciated--
amidst the cries crushed by mistrusted intuition.
And sitting here, trapped in my own fear of failure,
falling into my own self-confidence run dry,
I can't help but wish I'd dreamt up lighter days
and brighter hearts to crush themselves.
But instead I had ideals-- and moral fiber
soaked my soul in possibility and hope.
Won't somebody slap me out of reality?
