I gaze into transparency
and behold is me
from which I cannot turn
In my palm I hold
-temptation-
bestowed to me at birth
I cannot open my hand to let it free
I grasp the imitator that is me
Someone push on the tendon
to release my grasp
or must I suffer to the bottom
my hand then dwell with me
Please take my hand-
make it white by red
Then I shall hold it
only to blacken it again
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
I gaze into transparency
and behold is me
from which I cannot turn
In my palm I hold
-temptation-
bestowed to me at birth
I cannot open my hand to let it free
I grasp the imitator that is me
Someone push on the tendon
to release my grasp
or must I suffer to the bottom
my hand then dwell with me
Please take my hand-
make it white by red
Then I shall hold it
only to blacken it again
We are our own worst enemy... enough said.
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