When addressing the bones that hold me up
I notice they still stand strong,
Even when
my weak morals seem
to only crash down...
Down towards an underground
life.
Thoughts subdued in poison;
A disappearing mystery.
No control of emotion,
The definition of perplexity.
The enigma of the mind
That withers in the winds of time.
Still I search for that unknown
which hides itself from me;
Slipping past the shadows,
Of the ghosts that I once knew.
Even I have become a memory--
Rushing towards a synthetic manifestation.
A truth discreetly concealed,
Scars proclaiming sincerity,
The moment of self-affliction
Where I finally choose
To change my character and direction.
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 10:36 PM UTC
When addressing the bones that hold me up
I notice they still stand strong,
Even when
my weak morals seem
to only crash down...
Down towards an underground
life.
Thoughts subdued in poison;
A disappearing mystery.
No control of emotion,
The definition of perplexity.
The enigma of the mind
That withers in the winds of time.
Still I search for that unknown
which hides itself from me;
Slipping past the shadows,
Of the ghosts that I once knew.
Even I have become a memory--
Rushing towards a synthetic manifestation.
A truth discreetly concealed,
Scars proclaiming sincerity,
The moment of self-affliction
Where I finally choose
To change my character and direction.
