
12-19-2011, 06:10 PM
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….
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