'Stone in my soul.'
By blackheart
Razor sharp i cut you down, Pretend you are a fool. When i know i am the foolish one... For trying to; Be who you expected... Perfect man, i do think not. A cumbersome excuse; perhaps, An infuriating chore to; Waste a moment being… Useless once again. Test my special innocence… As I pretend to; Wash away the downside… Of this truly dismal face. Further in my mind you slip… As I quicken up my pace, to; Catch you in a nightmare… Rape your waking dream. I want to make you feel me, In everything you see, to; Flex my aging muscle, Promote the ego, that lays so still. Sacrifice myself for once… I wish to sit by window sill, to; Watch the world sail by, The pointless and the vague. Capturing the moment, I turn a page, to; Find another cover, A completely different book, Perfect for my brand new life, Tomorrow I will look, to; A future fading furious, Seeping in my sight. Pervasive for my soul, I lose the fight… To; Bed I think, I’ll say good night. Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 12:23 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 1
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"Razor sharp i cut you down,..."