Monday, January 17, 2005

Cesspool of Unrest

Stood at the edge of a world I'd left,
So near to far away, you never let me forget,
Breaking free, something left in a dream,
Will the dream fade away or will it be me?
A lifeless dream or a dreamless life,
The choice of no choice leaves free will to die,
Expected surprise, unseen futures known,
A moth drawn to the flame, mother devouring her own

Cracked mirrors hanging on painted walls,
Reflecting visions of times that are shorn
Of reason; and thoughts that betrayed,
A screaming desire to weather this storm,
A chamber enclosing within shrinking walls,
The tearing fabric renders the mind,
Homeless, an orphan, a prisoner of time,
Yearning to break free of humankind

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