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Enchanted Misery
I feel it's stranger over there
The blood is raining on our hair
These four walls, this old chair
Man in the mirror
Please don't stare
You know who its going to scare
But you don't care
You call me every coward thing
Every now and again in my dream
I smile and I try to stay clean
Because I know love will be by to pick me up in a limousine
There's monsters under my bed
Skeletons in my closet
Its hard to keep my head
Lord knows how hard it get
Every hurtful word you said, you know what it did
When everyone who ain't my friend applauded
Every hour
I pull a pedal from this dead flower
Come and get me now or....
Its too late
By the time you make it back
We all may be dressed in black
I shape my little heart break box round
Inside where I keep love locked down
Like I never even heard the cracking sound
I wipe it off
Pick it back up off the ground
In my mind, I'm in a fancy crown
Home is a classy town
And the hands of time are all unwound
And I'm liberated of this casting cloud
I don't wanna sleep tonight
Someones gonna lose a life
So keep on the light
I feel I might just loose my life
Be the one to loose my life
I agree with Bryan's take on your piece,we're often most critical of ourselves sometimes more then we need be but it is ourselves we answer to so it's the individual personality that handles things in their individual way...I think it's an excellent write!
Excellent and well-written piece. From my interpretation it's about being self-critical about our own appearances/perceptions/beliefs/imperfections/aspects of our lives and the dark shadows that lurk to disapprove ourselves. I don't know if that was the intent of this poem but I strongly think it's well done. Thx for sharing!