March 13, 2009

• "My mistake for carving,
  my name inside your head.
  you're the only person,
  the only one I regret."

  A feeling like lead on my shoulders
  this horrible feeling that some argue is suggested by the mind and others: Biology
  Defective mute unwilling to change
  A melodramatic play with static roles and no dynamics
  Yet... the other part of me yearns for an alternate reality
  I'd step into your inverted world where perfection is nonexistent
  I never asked for you to bestow me with this fate
  a king... a god... a fool...
  jesters in the court of sanity
  who's plea will be heard?
  when you're lying on the bathroom floor,
  suspended from a rope embracing your collar,
  or sprawled on a bed with an empty bottle
  The human structure... an amazing feat
  these mechanisms for survival ingrained by evolution
  and yet we dismantle these meticulous defenses
  as marionettes do cut their strings
  could we put together these faulty mannequins?
  the mannequins
  shes the inanimate object kept in the attic
  this defective box is overflowing
  the soft entangled material spilling forth
  she's assembling herself
  a silhouetted form gazing from the window
  and "the treasures you keep find ways to escape"
  malignant eyes reflecting a burning sky
  with lips capable of seducing blind eyes.
  and yet from all these convoluted sentiments
  an imperfect mind manufactures this construed reality
  I've heard "the mind plays tricks on us "
  I never thought it would go this far...
  A Narcissistic statue yearning for admiration
  for the mind and heart are at constant battle
  when compromise is reached
  the mind creates the hearts gift
  and that is the greatest deception.

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