“This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.”
Horace Walpole
In a dark room with surround sound music, playing alternative/indie music. Sitting in your favorite spot, relaxed, eyes closed and a little tipsy.
Peace/Torture
Hear Hear
I always thought I didn’t have an addictive trait or personality; boy, did I underestimate the incessant need to forget.
Can we?
Feeling the joy leave,
and being unable to prevent it hurts deeply.
Can we chase the fire away?
I asked with so much hope in my voice.
I mean, I was asking the gods,
they should have an answer, right?
I guess we are on our own.
So, I will keep dancing with the flames
till my time comes.
You can’t see clearly if you don’t stop crying.
It’s 2:00am, and am still up,
happens most times, so am not surprised.
It getting more frequent, and am getting worried!
every time I close my eyes, I play the same scene
over and over.
The weird part of this mess,
It hasn’t happened yet.
I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t know this people.
Am I to blame for this disaster to come, I wonder.
Oxygen reminds me of what’s to come.
Come with me, hide with me, together we escape, pretend we’re somewhere else.
Temple One & katty Heath;
I built a mansion, just around the corner of my sanity.
Each brick, molded precisely to match every memory ever made.
No shadows, silhouettes, or presence permitted, I declared.
Then I heard it.
A soft knock on the door, prompting me to open the door, open my soul, my heart, but I can’t.
It going to spill out, all the memories, the pain, joy, hope, despair.
Especially hope, a terrible gift to loss;
Flood me like the wave of a wicked tide
“go away, private sanity” I say! no reply,
just a soft thump that create a rhyme in my heart.
Of fear? of peace? Still unknown.
A thump to remind me there is a world outside,
Av’ lived it. Hence, my mansion
The feeling between fear and love will never have a place in my mansion, I promise.
It still goes on.
Give me a mention, please.
This is the starting of my greatest
the still air, like we are frozen in time
and every sound a loud echo.
Holding my breath,
his walking, step of confident exhumes him.
One after the other. How? I ask myself
I stretch my hand, I just wanna ask
maybe, he will give me a mention
to whatever source the strength pours from.
Help! Help! am drowning,
In the violent sea of the promises you never made
you bore me yet you buried me with every breath
your footstep, a dirge to my fragile heart
My heartbeat sycophants with thy footstep as you welcome your presence
the one picture of me smiling is a dream in it’s making
this look of sadness bares no resemblance to the dark hole in the chest you hollowed
It started like a movie with no hopes for a happy ending, then made the nightly news
The scenes play out in slow motion in my head everyday
I don’t know how to fast forward, if I did, I would memorize it
The sheep she led me to wants more than I can speak
If I see a bright light I promise I will follow.
I though the hell was never-ending so I took to my wrist
turns out you were right I am a coward indeed!
tracks meet in your car and complicates my plans for you
even then, your memories like spiked torn in my being
the part you played in reforming my silhouette is the best of your effort
I don’t know what your truth is, if I did I would bury it
Someone, tell me what happened after the first shot
I don’t remember any of it, don’t want to, but tell me
I wish I was innocent in a bad way but I found that i am reticent in my own strength
I wish this heart could bleed out right
I won’t fight it, fight how rare and beautiful it is to merely exist.
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