I told a tale of misery,
Happy ever after is imaginary.
Those soft white lies
Comforted our dreams,
Helped us grow
And in vane scream.
They filled our heads
With beautiful blossoms
Until in our hands
They became thorns
Spiking our vision,
Of a fairy tale dream,
With a romantic vendetta
Against society.
A thousand lies
Becomes a life
We are only born
When we're heart broken
And day to day
Hour to hour,
We're reminded that,
A dream is a liar,
Sinking in my silence,
And becoming me
With all this heartbreak
And jealousy,
And once we're made,
We'll never be changed,
Will the day we die
Circumstance is king
I am a lost,
Cause and dream,
That was never realised,
That was never seen.
All my thoughts
Are breaking my back,
Bending my shoulders,
Being coxed into happiness.
Sadness is a saviour,
For the unreasonable,
Loneliness is god,
We're not supposed to feel.
Joy of an innocence,
All innocence was lost,
When we smiled and laughed,
When we "lived" at last.
Talk about loneliness
I'm lost at sea,
No man is an island,
That remains to be seen.
Flood my life,
Take it all away,
Spare no memories,
They don't mean anything.
Let the tsunami come and wash me,
Down the river so that I
Can be swept away
Off my feet and feel everything
Follow my lead,
And we can all smile
We can't all rejoice,
We can't all lie.
Don't talk to me,
About sincerity.
You are a joke,
And I've stopped laughing,
And when the curtain is raised,
We'll take our parts in the tragedy,
Stop smiling like you're happy,
Act like you have time for me.
I'd love to drag you down
To the level that I'm on,
Just to kiss your feet
Cause I can't get high enough.
No one is real,
We'll all play a part
Till we meet a tragedy.
What’s the use of applause
When you don't know me?
ok I have With a romantic vendetta against society, so that line rocks! man you sometimes you make my mind freeze.
ash
Much Love
Ashley
My best friend, was recently murdered..and through all the pain and sorrow, I've realized a truth, that is helping me cope(breathe) and that is this.."The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning", and "The heart of fools is in the house of pleasue."..The best thing I've ever done for myself is to remember this truth, and to realize it does not only have to apply to death as the cause for heartache. In your poem you say "Sadness is a Saviour"..Same truth..but I like the way you say it better.