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Foolish Cries
In a complex web of deceit
Searching for an air of inspiration
Within a maze of desperation...
How the sky crumbles to my feet...
And I search the rubble hoping to find
A meaningful piece to the puzzle..
Pick up the corner of a cloud
And hope it doesn't shine too loud
For I'm not ready
To deal with this tangled mess of spaghetti
That lies about in a dissonant sound...
And tempts me... Spins me around.
Dizzying thoughts... pass like a whirlwind of leaves
Brought off the ground to circle the wind so profound
For seconds and fall into withering mounds...
Whimpering... searching for answers to why they were brought to the sky
To rejoice in their songs...
Then only dropped down in a matter of five... moments or so..
Oh where did all the romance go?
Where did my taste buds falter?
Whence did they fail to absorb all the salt or the wine
That spills from the shrine and the altar ?
Whence did they learn to decline all the senses divine?
Tongue once ran across Life's spoon
And licked from curve to the handle.
Stealing the succulent taste like a vandal...
Tasting all that was sour and base.
Running the tip of my buds across the silver face
With grace as I dismantle
Every bitter pang of anger...
Every sweet drop of grace that dangles...
Every time I put faith in a scandal.
Every day I touched base with a candle...
Every time... oh and how it burned... and how I felt there was nowhere to turn...
Falling behind and feeling
I was running this race in sandals...
Now I await a reply
To the wretched lullaby
That escapes my teeth...
How my every cry resonates underneath a cave of solemnity
In a foolish disguise of amenity...
But I see right through them...
They are base, weak... and filled with vanity.
Nothing I ever cried screamed sympathy...
Only calamity...
Sometimes I wish I bordered insanity.
Then I would have an excuse to become a recluse and feed on the pity I need
To say
"Yes. This is not the end of me...
It is merely the beginning to a hypothetical winning
I will never earn..."
And then it burns...
Like fire it burns...
Like a virus it learns
To burrow inside the things that you yearn...
And eat them alive at every turn...
