I find it strange
The cracks that surface
when silence rules the air
and solitude the heart
As the previously scoffed
transforms its cruelty into
realization of obvious avoidance
oh, the fangs from that muffled shroud
Yet, in this place
where trickles of thoughts
become raging rivers
that bear too much burden
and burst the dam of denial
Peace can be found
for in this underwater funhouse
Reflections can become guides
that will lead (me & you) back to self
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
I find it strange
The cracks that surface
when silence rules the air
and solitude the heart
As the previously scoffed
transforms its cruelty into
realization of obvious avoidance
oh, the fangs from that muffled shroud
Yet, in this place
where trickles of thoughts
become raging rivers
that bear too much burden
and burst the dam of denial
Peace can be found
for in this underwater funhouse
Reflections can become guides
that will lead (me & you) back to self
