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<<2004-09-18 12:14 a.m.>> Defining my self is like asking to hear a secret, Once I know I think I really did not need it, And I ponder it and horrified start to scream it, And my thoughts betray me and I start to leak it, Understanding's a curse no one should know, That road is a trail that un-traveled should go, Its paths eat me up and my insanity grows, My mind has now sunk to its all time low, Why must I live with this burden and drive the stakes down, Why must I keep learning and thrive on my internal frown, The whole enlarges and I start to submerge, The need to forget is my deepest and darkest urge, Now at six below I can see, I get it now that I did it to me, I choose my way and I walk it as I please, I wish I could choose to walk blindly on my knees, Understanding stays though, It's clear it'll never go, I fear it'll always show, It leers and peers and knows, I know. That's the cause, Of my mental instability, Not my flaws, I accept those willingly, Can I live with all the knowledge I hold, Can I bear my inner demons, Can I withstand and be so bold, No. The terrible realization of things I should be blind to, Will take control of my body and my mind too. Change...Jessica - 2005-02-02 Exist - 2005-02-02 Rings - 2004-10-22 Rose by Quinn Rol - 2004-09-18 Self by Quinn Rol - 2004-09-18 |