I wake up aghast,or am I fast
asleep?
Pinching till the skin glows red in
dark,
Trying so hard to find a little
pain,just a peek,
Hoping,nearly praying,to find a
scar, a mark.
I strip,mustering courage to face
the mirror,
Seeking for that winding key someone
has planted,
Alas,the mirror shows me clean,when
my eyes shiver in horror,
For they see all keys,controlling
me,smirking,undaunted
This clockwork is choking the elixir line I am thirsty for,
Stifling the voices, mine from the
past,the right ones,
For there is no con,no no,just the
get along,mediocre,unsure.
Bloody parasite,a dark planet
feeding,luminating off their scrap,the aliens.
Why is fear the motif on the wall of
my head?
Why the smiles heavy with
fatigue,tired,forced?
Why the fuck I need all the
tact,"skill",the shade?
I walk,stumbling like a
drunk,recounting,living that beautiful dream...
What would I do,if I weren't
afraid?
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