A Walk into Reality, Under the Moon's Glow
By stoggie
Limelight, shining on the road wet from rain, A walk home, with too much time to think… And I’ve been losing too much that’s owed to me… Caring too much to forget who you are. The last few days have seemed so long, That I’m starting to enjoy my misery… I’ve cut the throat, Of the supposed blissful days of life, And isn’t it sad to know your mental anguish, Is what keeps you from dying of boredom? Now look at your clothes, Dripping of fallen rain. And look at your tears Declining from closed eyes. Now look at you, And wonder if there’s something you’ve missed. Car brights are becoming less distant, And I still have an aching mind. This ancient history has taken too much, And I’ve wasted all my time. Alas, my final attempt for strength, I’ve constructed the perfect lie, I’m so naïve I almost believe it myself, Saying what’s torn my heart for so long, Has been nothing but my own idiocy. And like so many times before, My strength starts to fade, With your vision in mind. Your face, your taste… A perfection to desire… But I still remain walking this wet road, With too much time to think, And I’m growing colder, Beginning to realize that I’m alone…March 2002, Written March 30th, 2002 © on May 31 2002 04:55 PM PST 0 • 1
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