Thursday, July 26, 2012

psychoses III

Burnin inside
It’s too hard to be left behind
It’s too hard to live with half a mind
To live with false memories of the past
To feel cheated
And that who cheated you is your own heart
It’s dark cold hell that we’re apart
Burnin inside and out
Torn apart
Shattering puzzle pieces on fire
You had to move fast
Putting the picture together
Now all what’s left is ashes
A broken record
You’re going in circles
No beginning
No course
No purpose
No tender hand to reach out for you
To revive you
hissing at an angel
Chirping to a smiling devil
trapped in an innocent soul
and a pure spirit trapped in me
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
But from beneath this dirt and mud
Rises a white rose bud of shiny hope
watered by tears
and endless patience

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