Abandoned. U know u left.
It’s because i know. I know all too too well.
I’m glad for u.
Always happy.
I know what to do.
Sick, yes I’m sick.
This is Clandestine.
Pure genius.
All the same to me, it’s all the same to me.
These games u play on me, i play on me.
I find the pot holes in the smoothest ground, and i get lost within them.
It’s because i got stuck.
I have a reason.
It’s because i fought to hard.
I know I’m lying.
It’s because I gave in too fast.
I know I’m dying.
It’s because I didn’t try enough.
I know it’s funny.
Stupidity is the only word that comes to mind.
Freedom is the only feeling that my emotion allows.
My mind u say can free me?
My mind I say has trapped me.
Get up and see.
Get up and die.
Get up and fall.
Get up and crawl.
Open your eyes to an endless sleep.
An endless dream.
Where is my tranquilizer?
My fairy dust that sends me into that magical land.
Lost in acid pools of tears.
Dreary from emotion.
Drowsy off starvation.
I lie here within my bed of deception.
Surrounded by my thoughts.
I drift away inside an uneasy endeavour.
Irreparable. I’m left with no regrets.
This is my cascade towards an imprisoned escape.
Albrecht Paul: | Dinsdag, november 19, 2002 17:33 |
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