losing the guide
Sep. 18th, 2007 | 09:38 pm
From:: mirror_mind
this is it
the dusky edge of the world
where all the senses haywire
the point of almost no return
the desperation growing in mind
insecurity, obsession, deprivation
there is too much to tell
there is too much to think, there is no place in the head
all wet, eyes closed, he walks the grey pavement
without intent, without a goal, he only feels
he feels how hard the rain hits against the immovable dirt
he feels the sleeping warmth beneath his feet
as if forged in heat of setting suns,
it sleeps and waits to explode
he only needs the intent, he only needs the wish
but it won't come, 'cause he doesn't want to go on
already spent under this shitload of thoughts,
eyes open wide, he reads tomes of dark knowledge
all is too soft for him now, he wants to know more
his foolishness drives him into darkness of chaos
promising him all the world to his feet
as if it could save him from the pit of his own demise
it is inevitable, he will fall to it, and be consumed
in the dark of the night he touches her with fire
he betrays the girl with his smile and his eyes
and slowly kills with indifference to her fate
in cold blood he watches the pain and confusion
immovable silence as her life slowly burns out
he feels lost in his ways he feels almost betrayed,
he yearns for revenge but he doesn't know who is to blame
he feels he is alone, although he is still a shining star,
ominous idol of some kind
he feels tired and angry, hurt and obsessed, all he wants is some peace
but when he settles down to go inside himself, he feels
he doesn't want to go in, he wants to pour out, run away from himself
he wants others to suffer, but he doesn't know why
when he tries to understand his mind starts to hurt
he is trapped in the fortress of his many faces,
ho doesn't know who he is
all he gets is tired looks and some care out of politeness
no one is out there for him
just moaning about him having bad mood again
he has to get over it, like everyone does
but he doesn't want to fucking get over!
he wants to understand, he wants the world to roll his way
he knows he can make the world do it
but he is just mocked
a pretentious fool he is, but he doesn't want to believe it
always so insecure, but so self-assured
an abomination of some kind...
anger burning in him
he doesn't understand
now, how did he lose his guide
how did he fall...?
the dusky edge of the world
where all the senses haywire
the point of almost no return
the desperation growing in mind
insecurity, obsession, deprivation
there is too much to tell
there is too much to think, there is no place in the head
all wet, eyes closed, he walks the grey pavement
without intent, without a goal, he only feels
he feels how hard the rain hits against the immovable dirt
he feels the sleeping warmth beneath his feet
as if forged in heat of setting suns,
it sleeps and waits to explode
he only needs the intent, he only needs the wish
but it won't come, 'cause he doesn't want to go on
already spent under this shitload of thoughts,
eyes open wide, he reads tomes of dark knowledge
all is too soft for him now, he wants to know more
his foolishness drives him into darkness of chaos
promising him all the world to his feet
as if it could save him from the pit of his own demise
it is inevitable, he will fall to it, and be consumed
in the dark of the night he touches her with fire
he betrays the girl with his smile and his eyes
and slowly kills with indifference to her fate
in cold blood he watches the pain and confusion
immovable silence as her life slowly burns out
he feels lost in his ways he feels almost betrayed,
he yearns for revenge but he doesn't know who is to blame
he feels he is alone, although he is still a shining star,
ominous idol of some kind
he feels tired and angry, hurt and obsessed, all he wants is some peace
but when he settles down to go inside himself, he feels
he doesn't want to go in, he wants to pour out, run away from himself
he wants others to suffer, but he doesn't know why
when he tries to understand his mind starts to hurt
he is trapped in the fortress of his many faces,
ho doesn't know who he is
all he gets is tired looks and some care out of politeness
no one is out there for him
just moaning about him having bad mood again
he has to get over it, like everyone does
but he doesn't want to fucking get over!
he wants to understand, he wants the world to roll his way
he knows he can make the world do it
but he is just mocked
a pretentious fool he is, but he doesn't want to believe it
always so insecure, but so self-assured
an abomination of some kind...
anger burning in him
he doesn't understand
now, how did he lose his guide
how did he fall...?