Post by Eclipse on Jun 21, 2004 9:54:24 GMT -5
Inadequate
Sick with sin of suffering
And unworthy acknowledgments.
You take her for more than she is
Though she’s better than what you thought.
She won’t bear the cross she created.
Impotency cracks her strength.
Her indignity rarefied
To become more than
She should actually be valued.
[As if she ever was anyway...]
Idiocies rendered in sweet dark;
The shadows hide the truth.
In a time where nightmares
Become her fantasies,
And insomnia’s hours
Are spent keeping sanity
Just out of reach,
She threads uncertainty
In her words and between
The twists of her sheets.
She could let you look inside,
But she’d kill you with her eyes.
...random inspiration from a song actually...yeah. my ramblings do go without purpose...I'm not sure what exactly I was trying to convey here...but oh well.
Sick with sin of suffering
And unworthy acknowledgments.
You take her for more than she is
Though she’s better than what you thought.
She won’t bear the cross she created.
Impotency cracks her strength.
Her indignity rarefied
To become more than
She should actually be valued.
[As if she ever was anyway...]
Idiocies rendered in sweet dark;
The shadows hide the truth.
In a time where nightmares
Become her fantasies,
And insomnia’s hours
Are spent keeping sanity
Just out of reach,
She threads uncertainty
In her words and between
The twists of her sheets.
She could let you look inside,
But she’d kill you with her eyes.
...random inspiration from a song actually...yeah. my ramblings do go without purpose...I'm not sure what exactly I was trying to convey here...but oh well.
