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Mirror of My Life
Submitted by NicholasAngelo on Sun, 03/25/2007 - 9:29am.
I am consumed by confusion
seeking a confidence transfusion.
Because,
seeking a confidence transfusion.
Because,
there are words
which my ears long to hear
and words,
and words,
which my heartbeat fears
both wrapped in charismatic syllables
with sharp teeth
both wrapped in charismatic syllables
with sharp teeth
eating away at each other like cannibals.
There are strangers
that have become my best friends
whom I have failed to please
transforming into my worst enemies,
that fall away from my sweet memories
like the forest surrenders growing trees
trying to hold on as long as they can
only to become strangers yet again.
that have become my best friends
whom I have failed to please
transforming into my worst enemies,
that fall away from my sweet memories
like the forest surrenders growing trees
trying to hold on as long as they can
only to become strangers yet again.
This never ending cycle
of psychotic stress
rips thee air
from the lungs in my chest
making the chances
for night of peaceful rest
impossible at best.
of psychotic stress
rips thee air
from the lungs in my chest
making the chances
for night of peaceful rest
impossible at best.
These windy whispers of misery
just keep on pushing me
through hoops of flaming apathy.
just keep on pushing me
through hoops of flaming apathy.
Somewhere,
over the hills of hell
where the cows
where the cows
ring the dinner bell,
there is a decaying sanctuary
awaiting all of my anxiety,
holding a cracked mirror
so that my eyes
there is a decaying sanctuary
awaiting all of my anxiety,
holding a cracked mirror
so that my eyes
will once again
be willing to look at me.
By: Nicholas Angelo © 2007
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