Capture
By Objection
Captured in a state of anger Confused, lost, unaware. Ceasing to really be here- Cautiously ceasing to care. Avoidance of your eyes, Always trying to ignore. Aware I wasn't wise... Asking what I'm here for. Precious life wasted Peeling back this false skin Pain and pleasure both tasted Petrified, I can't win. Terror fills my life these days, Torture is my way of living. Tell me you can give me praise, Turmoil you're simply giving. Unless you can prove you really do Uselessly care for me- Unfortunately, I'll never love you. Undoubtably, I'll never be free. Regret will never taint my view, Reproach will be all that is there. Rich hatred is all I feel toward you. Rancid, you're stench remains here. Eternally I will remember your touch Endlessly, you will haunt me. Especially because honestly is too much, Every day you'll capture me, taunt me.Do you know why I called it capture, rather than that the word "capture" is in there twice? THINK ABOUT IT AND LOOK AT THE STANZAS! Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 01:10 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Captured in a state of anger..."