Forsaken Sight
By EvokedShade
Mindless, soulless joints of confusion, Plastered across this place, Feelings deeply dwelling within, Poisons your perfect face. Language of forsaken sight, Identifies your perfection, Greatly hatted and deceptive nights, Fill your thoughtless mind. Sickening smells of illusive deception, Maps you out for all to see, What you have stuck in my face, Drawls me close no more. Blinding glow of darkness, Invades your sleepless life, No remorse for others, Brings you out into the light. Dismal and twisted you might be, Forever you will always see, Something inside of me breaking free, Inside a light meant for me. Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 12:46 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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