Pain

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Am I a part of Schindler's List?

Can I feel complete and utter bliss?

O screeching Hamlet, here we go again

The blood on my T-shirt spells pain

You make me feel like a screeching halt

As the piano sings the blues

I don't want to feel things, for things are complicated enough

And why are the walls filled with pain?

For the softness of the sheets are rare

And my body feels like another coke

Splattered on the wall,

For coke is the real thing

Splattered on these walls

Can you see the colors of my envy

Shouting out at you?

Such windows spare my adversities

For you are the black crow that lives

May you spare my melody with a shotgun

While breathing deeply at me?

Oh such pain fills the walls with envy

Such stunning images come to mind

For human bodies soil into one...

I linger in the dreams of you

Two introverts, two tides, two loves

I'm sinking in deep ocean fruit

Where is my soul alas?

Deep in desperate and dark dreams

Romance seems a mile away

Long, long is the journey that waits;

It's so unusual

That nobody wants to be in my garden

For I am a nice girl, for I give away roses

I cannot expose this dream myself

It's not very subtle

But it's quite charming,

O screeching Hamlet, will you take my soul and eat it?

For someone as disturbed as me

Is quite a delicious treat

I run upon the walls of confusion

Into my sturdy tenderness,

For what is sturdy tenderness

Without confusion?

This is absolutely gorgeous

The pages float like air

And I feel stone cold inside

Do I know who I am

In a moment like this?

For the crow is gorgeous, I can see its flesh

As huge waves of scenery

Makes us feel like slaves,

Do you see the flowers hanging

From the clouds?

My bones move your bones

In the deepest scenery

With our thoughts

For thoughts unwind...

And when will the snow fall upon our souls once again?

O screeching Hamlet, you are my Shakespeare

That has fallen from grace

And the diamonds on your face

Spell pain,

What is pain?

And what is it doing in our house?

I simply just don't understand

For pain is the story of my life...      

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 14th, 2024 14:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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