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Blinded by the Sun (poem)
We once created – from our soul, from our madness – a world of chaos, using only dirt and shards of our minds.
We once lived in a mismatched harmony – so alike our realities never collided. Never understanding each other – never understanding our selfs. Eyes to the Sun, got blinded by it’s light. You can only see it’s light – your guide - You create the world according to it… Left to roam on the the ground, Hiding my madness – alone and estranged, Lurking in the shadows, I watch from afar… I see moths around a light Striving to get closer… To shine as they die. Looking out a dirty window, I see a wicked smile and a world of clay - A reflexion… As my mask shatters and cuts through my skin I bleed insanity – I laugh in pain - Fallen, with my hands in the dirt. Turn away from the blinding light, From above, Look down on me! Broken mask – drops of insanity Clay in my hands – shards of the world - And a wicked smile…. |
Since this is a poem, I've gone ahead and moved it into the poetry subforum for you. :yes:
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