November 2, 2007

  • The next few entries will not make sense for shit..well probably only to me.

    A Story and The Lie of The World

    I woke up ..and I realized that today was a day.
    impatience destroys my resolve
    Abandoned hope is reason in itself
    Mask the self and become a faceless jester
    reality is something thought of but never sought
    like mannequins lined up for the kill
    set fire to the closed room
    watch the man drown in his well
    Marionettes pull away from strings
    the hand that guides lays paralyzed.
    A whisper in the dark
    the comfort of the manacles
    defile the thoughts of the lifeless bodies
    who gave them light
    they didn't seek
    claustrophobic wooden dolls
    A light in the attic
    the absence of the endless days
    the rope that hugs its counterpart
    tugs and laughs
    a friend
    a thought never relayed
    the elusive one walks back and forth
    the struggle of a godless man
    Temptation lies as close as the lie
    A Gaze from a window
    the grip of a hand
    A door that turned but never opened
    lowering of the hand
    the death of the maskless
    birth of the faceless
    A Dark silhouette's
    dismemberment of beauty
    The hands of martyrs
    the lips of daughters
    The smiles of puppets
    Frowning in mirrors
    The guillotine anxious for it's prey
    Prized possession
    in hands of strangers
    The lifeless doll
    falls to the ground
    Today is a day
    A story
    and a lie of the world.