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Gates of silver locked before me
Climbing up the sky
--So many miles I ve gone
Only to be jaded at my final destination.
Chipped tiles line the ground--
With each step--the risk of being sliced
Finally I reach the wall
--Made of glass
It taunts me
(As I look into their happiness)
Why can t I be one of them?
I beat on their fortress
Bruising my knuckles it does me no good
But I continue trying to break the walls surrounding them
Or perhaps it s me who s enclosed.
Throbbing my head, so overwhelmed with frustration
The needle pricks my bony fingers
--An injection of ice
As it calms my senses
I can t help wonder what ll happen in the end.
A closed window--
Just another opportunity I let pass
And I wrap my hand around the blinds--
Tugging--tarring them off
--Driven by the night
I only wish my light back
Yet I know that s all it'll ever be--
A wish
Just one those things a child does--
Wishing upon a star
But since when have I been more?
Life freedom joy
But most of all sleep
I beg the gods to toss them down upon me
None of which I receive.
Carve my name into the stalls
She belongs to me
--A phrase in which I ve been burdened with for so long
I m just another trophy on the shelf
Gathering dust rather then affection
And I release it all
Only in privacy don t want to know how you d react
(I ve already seen)
A silent scream rings through the frigid night air
Turning my direction I run towards it
Oblivious to the cold
Or perhaps I simply don t care.
I open the doors in front of me
Each so different and yet they re the same
Vanishing as I pass on through.
Finally I reach the last
Pulling it open I see myself lying there
Asleep in the dark, while you poke in and out of my dreams
Discarding my tears and cries
You re too busy laughing
It s always been a game to you, hasn t it?
And I turn, only to find my escape missing
--Not even a void left in its place
Just pure air and the blackness of the night.
 angel08 · Thu Oct 21, 2004 @ 07:08pm · 1 Comments |
