Betrayed, O to be betrayed,
A once betrothed and now misbehaved.
Misdeemed and misdeeds creeping upon me,
Fighting for friends now uncertainly,
Walking own a bent path,
Finding less and less are on task,
More would rather hang out back,
And what's a man to do in a world like that?
What started as a fellowship,
Now ends in dismemberment,
And the lonely feeling sinks in,
And the friends become foes, at the turn of a pen.
Setting my up for failure,
Jealous, or unsure,
I wish I cared anymore,
But that time has long since gone ashore...
And so as I look into the sea,
Something as dark, desolate, and as desperate as me.
I add a few more salty tears to its salty depths,
In hopes that this feeling of apathy will be ceased.
But I think a part of me knows,
Long before any more blows,
That this is the Real World,
And there is little time now for woe.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 3:10 AM UTC
Betrayed, O to be betrayed,
A once betrothed and now misbehaved.
Misdeemed and misdeeds creeping upon me,
Fighting for friends now uncertainly,
Walking own a bent path,
Finding less and less are on task,
More would rather hang out back,
And what's a man to do in a world like that?
What started as a fellowship,
Now ends in dismemberment,
And the lonely feeling sinks in,
And the friends become foes, at the turn of a pen.
Setting my up for failure,
Jealous, or unsure,
I wish I cared anymore,
But that time has long since gone ashore...
And so as I look into the sea,
Something as dark, desolate, and as desperate as me.
I add a few more salty tears to its salty depths,
In hopes that this feeling of apathy will be ceased.
But I think a part of me knows,
Long before any more blows,
That this is the Real World,
And there is little time now for woe.
- From Birds Flying Into The Eclipse Of Mars
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