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feb 24, 2002 12:07 a.m. the madness silence and an excuse fake good-byes filled with monotone love and the silence again then the tears ongoing and relentless sadness mixed with foolish anger a waste of time and a waste of breath hidden intentions marked with the ink of a pen i like myself i like myself i like myself all the while blood tainting the pretty pages the pretty words the madness fills the head with dark thoughts and corrupt actions non-caring and self-destructive masochism running rampant in a series of false emotion and again and again the madness kills as it also sustains like oxygen, it has become an oblivious addiction hidden in nature deadly to the mind head shaking, body crying, waiting for an end the anger leaves as the emptiness stays trust is never free and love always has a price so keep that emotion and shove it down your throat throw it up and tell me how pretty it is wasted and dirty, like me useless and obscene foul and rancid to the touch love is not pure, nor are your intentions dry the waste and kill those ideas lay them down beneath those chiseled eyes, and for once, see the truth ugly and tainted and discarded far from your vision overused but beautiful denial is your tool pushing it further up in hopes of blinding my awareness but i see through your desperate facade in empty compliance, i'll never say a word, though i'll continue to write all the while red stains bleeding through the pages these are my tears - my pain see it and understand |