Azraelz
06-07-2010, 06:59 PM
when did this dam break.
I saw the cracks, but they were overplastered,
but why havent all the other dams broken,
why is mine this way.
I made it, picturesqe
modeled after virtue,
and truth.
with an unending chivlrous endeavor i was raised upon.
no doubt im cursed.
we can pretend things happen for a reason,
while im the one it happens to,
remember you'll be sorry when I'm gone.
Why is it that I stare at a grain of salt and see eternity,
when the world around me seems so...terminal.
I don't understand it, I am, I am good, I feel empathy,
I feel more than I should. and its going to be my end.
why must I read of things that iIam,
hamlet shouldnt die.
Christopher shouldnt have been punished.
regardless of the view that people keep,
it was not punishment,
god does not punish,
I hate you people.
you miss the Earth, and all its beauties.
I have been made into what I am, and the evil.
I look into a mirror and see the end of which i began.
this cradle rocks soo steeply.
why does it rock so.
can i not look at the sunset one last time, before i know.
where is my eternity.
this grain does not mock me,
it does nothing, for its peaceful existence is because of the destruction of something else.
am i to be that?
for when my chaos is ended, that something else may live to see the sunset i long to watch.
when these winds stop blowing against my hair?
when the water of silk has become coarse like sandpaper.
where is my messanger.
ive sent out my message, but he has not come back.
the poison arrow does not remedy me. for i will always question why thing arent, when something like this universe is.
the impossible is possible, so why is my possibilities,
always improbable.
heart of mind does not influence the world, the heart and mind are inspired by the world, but i cannot comprehend.
I saw the cracks, but they were overplastered,
but why havent all the other dams broken,
why is mine this way.
I made it, picturesqe
modeled after virtue,
and truth.
with an unending chivlrous endeavor i was raised upon.
no doubt im cursed.
we can pretend things happen for a reason,
while im the one it happens to,
remember you'll be sorry when I'm gone.
Why is it that I stare at a grain of salt and see eternity,
when the world around me seems so...terminal.
I don't understand it, I am, I am good, I feel empathy,
I feel more than I should. and its going to be my end.
why must I read of things that iIam,
hamlet shouldnt die.
Christopher shouldnt have been punished.
regardless of the view that people keep,
it was not punishment,
god does not punish,
I hate you people.
you miss the Earth, and all its beauties.
I have been made into what I am, and the evil.
I look into a mirror and see the end of which i began.
this cradle rocks soo steeply.
why does it rock so.
can i not look at the sunset one last time, before i know.
where is my eternity.
this grain does not mock me,
it does nothing, for its peaceful existence is because of the destruction of something else.
am i to be that?
for when my chaos is ended, that something else may live to see the sunset i long to watch.
when these winds stop blowing against my hair?
when the water of silk has become coarse like sandpaper.
where is my messanger.
ive sent out my message, but he has not come back.
the poison arrow does not remedy me. for i will always question why thing arent, when something like this universe is.
the impossible is possible, so why is my possibilities,
always improbable.
heart of mind does not influence the world, the heart and mind are inspired by the world, but i cannot comprehend.