FramesBlonde's Blurty

Subject:	"you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings..."
Time:	11:49 am.
Mood:	garish.
Music:	closer by NIN.

sideways glance through blinding light
consternation sits king-like, upon my brow
trust is trite when feelings so sleep
heat so intense that nothing keeps.
Never taken this path before
such a wicked tempest with clothes so thin
Must try to find some warm respite
'fore madness comes bearing its awful grin.
So i'll wander this way, and wonder the way
again not seeing, just barely believing
and i'll wrest conclusions from times careless grip
and take a leap from this doomed ship...
I'll naught recoil,
nor verdant fields bespoil
from fates faults and failings.
Nor will it from me
any ill-riposte see
as I kick off the highest railings.

So tiring so, to me it seems,
For peace is all I've sought,
that never once outside myself
has this silent war been fought.

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