Monday, June 11, 2007

freeing oneself is still function in my manuel undefined
deep inside my own shadows these chains keep me confined
corners of my mind seem always filled with scars and cold
as if any pleasure my earthly body lives i need to harshly scold
blossomed I have perhaps too early in my short and heavy stay
blue are my leaves and in this silence begins my slow decay
once again
i stare and fill my face with smiles
asking if it was the same peach blue skies
filled with clouds shaped like cotton candy fluff
my virgin eyes used to stare at hoping i could fly
little did i know short would be my glorious flight
and freeing of myself would be my major fight
self defence has no meaning when being fragile is my enemy
flicked away from mirrored souls of my hidden haunted deamons
take a tour - they all push - horoscope of stars they all read
ignorant i stand and unaware of my insides painfull bleed
instead of past and that devil of remorse,
hunted by resent
in fear of mistakes my future might have brought
i will slowly repent
with black and red i can quickly smother all my tiny scars
painted and plastic, stone like and in eyes of all your stars, so perfect
no single motion of my heart and soul i will not be able to detect
scorned and stiched in front of mirror i will fight like dead alive inside
but maybe finally i might stick it up and swallow some of that consuming pride

don't you find it ironic?
that i sound the same like you? like you whom once i've pushed
and to bottom of some sinfull well unmercifully doomed
those words of black and sorrow once came out of you
ignorant of mirrors so easily i've called you You

help me, You