I can sit here forever , forgotten , my baron soul - hollow - like a knife forever scraping the walls of my meek exsistence and I can see the dust gathering on all the shit the world has told me matters , I realise they lied , disgusted at my niave shock - life - I’m haunted by the ever-growing tick of my body clock , haunted by the ever-turning seasons outside my window, haunted by memories of you - forever - No tears seep from my eyes , no words spill from my lips - I’m forever interwined - forever inside my frotress of torment , prisoner of my own mind - I will see until my eyes blister and bleed - I will go blind but I will not die - I will be haunted by one more thing until I am nothing more than any of you are , rotting flesh hidden behind a mask of shallow denial - you will smugly pity me because I can not see your pitiful world - but your so blinded by your own fears of being different that you forget to think - forget - you do not understand , you could not comprehend and no words that posses could explain - solitude - what is to become of me ? trapped inside this wasteland of discontent spirits - I see myself lost here within forever - my life before me , my life that was - although it does not cease - I do not grow , I do not change , clouds roll over the blue sky - black rolls over the blue - I’m within myself again - my body of superficial youth - and I am lost … forever
fOrEvEr
May 8th, 2003 | poetic
