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Flower-Of-Decadence Misplaced*Reality |
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Written by Rebekah Evans
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Friday, 10 November 2006 |
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Flower-Of-Decadence Misplaced*Reality
Rebekah Evans
same situation
just another day
why should i listen
you have nothing nice to say
settle settle for second best
why have it all when you could have it now
dreaming a spectrum of colors
just to wake to the same old grey
self-absorbed in our aimless soul-searching
too vain to notice we're all the same
spinning faster in the gallows of this maudlin stillness
getting sucked into the madness
chaos breeds our stagnant co-existance
just hold your breath, let's see what happens
hold the pieces together with a band-aid
no time to fall apart now
keep bending myself only to keep you impressed
still haven't broken somehow
this broken glass is
so hard to digest
but it's all i can seem
to keep down
look anywhere but up
as the sky comes crashing
flat on your face
tears fall freely from
those sleepy hazel eyes
and plummit off to some shadowy place
who the hell are they
to try and label you
silence them now with the back of your hand
introduce their faces to your fists
let them see now
where they stand
fallow your dreams
through the solitude of night
tell me, how do you feel
dance in and out of counciousness
confusing all that's real
my ideas are more poetic than your memories are true
time pauses in an instant
if I only ask it to
many times while you were sleeping
in the middle of the day
I' could see
what lurks just out of view
your heart all festered
and rotten the whole way through
It was suddenly apparent
what refused emotions can do
not how I had precieved you
To yourself you
should always be true
try to be more of what is likely not
and less of that which is easily forgot
be what no one else can
be anything that you want to
all that this world requires
is that you..............be you
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 20 February 2007 )
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