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Avalanche (avalanche) wrote,
@ 2003-03-13 12:40:00
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    Hell down through the trees
    I've been here before
    Yes, it's true
    I have I have
    Almost in this exact spot
    With almost the exact same set of circumstance
    The one thing missing from this scenario is the love
    The love that made me blind to the truth, to the reality
    And opened the door to the fantasy, the longing
    The rushing emotion that was so intense
    It threathened to overpower me

    I don't love like that anymore

    I don't even know if I am capable of loving someone that deserves it
    My interest gets twisted up on the ones that could care less about me
    The self-serving assholes
    The ones that don't care wheither I stay or if I go

    Enscounced in sound
    Lost in the corridors of my mind
    Revisting places I haven't been in months
    I missed the strange comfort of my emotional distress
    Where Orion's belt was shining first and foremost
    In my October sky
    Misery slithered around my ankles like a rejected housepet
    I felt alive and vibrant in my confusion
    Him
    Sitting like the King I had made him
    On his throne positioned just so for maximum auditory supremecy
    Speaking in tongues
    Telling me his stories
    Me, absorbing them
    Like I was born to transpose his disaster

    NO, you don't understand
    I loved him
    No, perhaps I don't understand,
    I love him still

    But now I have made my bed
    And I will lie in it

    There is nothing joyous about this

    I am not affraid
    In fact, I have little emotion invested in this
    I am dead to any feelings
    I don't want this
    But the vehicle has already started it's journey down the embankment
    And I am affraid that there are no brakes
    Or any breaks for that matter
    Certainly my heart isn't breaking
    My heart feels nothing at all

    And I have all this power
    But I am affraid to weild it

    What to do??
    What to do??

    The baby Jesus loves the company


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