Post by Darklordbambi on Aug 20, 2013 23:28:15 GMT -5
It seems I've become my own spectacle, because I'm a free man but my heart is under glass.
And obviously you can imagine the damage this could, obviously some things don't work right, sometimes appendages become numb and cold.
And nowadays I can't seem to see right cause my heart takes all these different shapes and sizes and it's like I forget how to break the glass and put it in when it should be so simple.
Square peg, square hole. Round peg, round hole.
I knew this when I was a baby but nowadays I question everything and accept nothing because I can't seem to see things for what they are but what they aren't and I can't quite figure out what's missing.
Maybe it's a Molotov in my hand crashing through the windows of a riot suppression squad of brainwashed men with batons and orange sprays of control to which I can only yell "FUCK YOU FOR YOU CANNOT CONTROL ME!"
But they can.
Maybe it's a pretty girl flipping through the pages of a book like a deep abyss but the book stares back at her because the blacks of her eyes are doors to paradise and make you say "fuck everything" and want to sweep her so far off her feet she never stands back up again but instead flies like the angel she is.
But sometimes your dream girl don't exist.
Maybe it's an energy, every god and karma and ghost and deity come to reality giving self induced purpose into an eternal path of positivity and learning the endless pleasure of life.
But it takes a heart to see the spirit world, and today the chance has passed
For mine is not in my chest, breaking arrest, or the cradle of an angel's dress
It is not free, I do confess, but alas, it, as I have said, under glass.
And obviously you can imagine the damage this could, obviously some things don't work right, sometimes appendages become numb and cold.
And nowadays I can't seem to see right cause my heart takes all these different shapes and sizes and it's like I forget how to break the glass and put it in when it should be so simple.
Square peg, square hole. Round peg, round hole.
I knew this when I was a baby but nowadays I question everything and accept nothing because I can't seem to see things for what they are but what they aren't and I can't quite figure out what's missing.
Maybe it's a Molotov in my hand crashing through the windows of a riot suppression squad of brainwashed men with batons and orange sprays of control to which I can only yell "FUCK YOU FOR YOU CANNOT CONTROL ME!"
But they can.
Maybe it's a pretty girl flipping through the pages of a book like a deep abyss but the book stares back at her because the blacks of her eyes are doors to paradise and make you say "fuck everything" and want to sweep her so far off her feet she never stands back up again but instead flies like the angel she is.
But sometimes your dream girl don't exist.
Maybe it's an energy, every god and karma and ghost and deity come to reality giving self induced purpose into an eternal path of positivity and learning the endless pleasure of life.
But it takes a heart to see the spirit world, and today the chance has passed
For mine is not in my chest, breaking arrest, or the cradle of an angel's dress
It is not free, I do confess, but alas, it, as I have said, under glass.