True, best laid plans shall go awry.
Now, sadly, this I've found.
Cheap lies that make the bold heart cry
Make same hearts seek new ground.
Exceptions, though, exist there do
That challenge such a rule.
Cheap metronome my chest holds to
Is proof, the stubborn mule.
The space between my ears cries stop!
We shall not bear such weight.
This ruined mass won't be your prop,
We shan't stay in this state.
To eyes it cries, affix elsewhere.
Out of mind if out of sight.
Then this reply: Yes, we do care,
But can't see through this night.
The fiend that feeds the warmth to all
Has clouded all we know.
Now we have ceased thanks to this gall.
There's nothing left to show.
Alas, it spirals yet more deep
As systems halt and cease.
This wretched force persists to seep,
Its grip I can't release.
My shell and all but blackened core
Evade this awful dread.
The visceral cries I hear no more
As screams are all I'm fed.
The limbs upon the trunk can't live
Unless the ground is lush.
For if the roots can no more give,
The tree falls to the brush.
This heart, my fallen sylvan soul
Is now the fuel for others.
Uncaring lives that dig the hole
Now feed on fallen brothers.
It's company that sadness seeks.
This, others push away.
Unknowingly, their apathy speaks.
Exacerbate: decay.
So though all but what I protect
Still plead for refuge soon,
Its hold upon me won't forget
The love I still exhume.
As time tries to inter this need
That most seem wont to shun,
I still embrace full life's first seed
For that's how I begun.
Forget me not, the love does cry.
My heart replies, I shan't.
Though all within plead still to fly,
Dismiss this hurt, I can't.
So long as though I have control,
We shall still bear this hurt.
For giving up on love so whole
Would cause life to revert.
So though the pain from her deceit
Relents not, to this day,
Forever hold her here complete,
I shall, she's here to stay.
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 7:04 AM UTC
True, best laid plans shall go awry.
Now, sadly, this I've found.
Cheap lies that make the bold heart cry
Make same hearts seek new ground.
Exceptions, though, exist there do
That challenge such a rule.
Cheap metronome my chest holds to
Is proof, the stubborn mule.
The space between my ears cries stop!
We shall not bear such weight.
This ruined mass won't be your prop,
We shan't stay in this state.
To eyes it cries, affix elsewhere.
Out of mind if out of sight.
Then this reply: Yes, we do care,
But can't see through this night.
The fiend that feeds the warmth to all
Has clouded all we know.
Now we have ceased thanks to this gall.
There's nothing left to show.
Alas, it spirals yet more deep
As systems halt and cease.
This wretched force persists to seep,
Its grip I can't release.
My shell and all but blackened core
Evade this awful dread.
The visceral cries I hear no more
As screams are all I'm fed.
The limbs upon the trunk can't live
Unless the ground is lush.
For if the roots can no more give,
The tree falls to the brush.
This heart, my fallen sylvan soul
Is now the fuel for others.
Uncaring lives that dig the hole
Now feed on fallen brothers.
It's company that sadness seeks.
This, others push away.
Unknowingly, their apathy speaks.
Exacerbate: decay.
So though all but what I protect
Still plead for refuge soon,
Its hold upon me won't forget
The love I still exhume.
As time tries to inter this need
That most seem wont to shun,
I still embrace full life's first seed
For that's how I begun.
Forget me not, the love does cry.
My heart replies, I shan't.
Though all within plead still to fly,
Dismiss this hurt, I can't.
So long as though I have control,
We shall still bear this hurt.
For giving up on love so whole
Would cause life to revert.
So though the pain from her deceit
Relents not, to this day,
Forever hold her here complete,
I shall, she's here to stay.