Saturday, October 16, 2010


Simmering within its own creations of black, my chasm
has again failed to reach out to the emptiness beyond
I can't hold my own emotions, failure has again tied me down

Intellect was never my own, what do I show
to the world waiting, cling perhaps
they do, to my own dreams
Liberate me, my nightmare tells me

All a lie, I tell myself
my hands shake, paint
they do, a mask for an apology
to protect masks, of years hence fallen apart

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