Sunday, 3 July 2011

TREMORS OF A FEEBLE MIND


IT’S THE PATH,
 THAT NAUSEATES WITHIN,
WHEN I AM THE VICTIM,
 & I AM THE ASSASSIN.
THE ONLY ENEMY, THE ONLY CATASTROPHE  I FEAR
WHERE THE ONLY INHIBITION I SEE IS ME.
THE HALLOWED MASKS ,  BURIED SAFE
BENEATH THE FORSAKEN  BREATH I TAKE
I SEE IMPOSTORS THAT ARE JUST LIKE ME,
EXCEPT WHERE EVERYONE ELSE DECEIVES THE WORLD,
I DECEIVE ME…
BEHOLD THE PROMISES I MAKE,
CUZ IF NOTHING IS MINE,IT CAN’T BE YOURS
THE KINGDOM OF ETERNITY, WHERE LIFE IS MATTER OF FREE FALLS..
SO I CLOSE MY EYES, & DIG DEEP THE VEINS  IN  FRAY,,
WHEN THE HAZE IN MY MIND  WOULD  ALL CLEAR UP,
 MAKING WAY FOR A BETTER DAY..
 I WILL PUT TOGETHER ALL MY LIFE,
LEAD MYSELF TO MY ELIXIR,
COLLECT THE UNSOUGHT PIECES,
UNLOCK THE JIGSAW FIXTURE..

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