These tears that stream down my face,
They hide a calm and tranquil rage,
The frustration I feel knows no bounds,
I cry and await the beaconing hounds.
My hands now tied, theres nothing I can do,
The avalanche approaches at lightning speed,
There is no way out nor place to hide,
I cry and await the unchangeable tides.
Constant thoughts circle my head,
Drawing me in to an endless end,
Standing to face a self created hell,
I cry and await in this hopeless shell.
My head is filled with thoughts and endless possibilities. People actions have caused the wheels to be set in motion, and now there is nothing I can do to stop the cards from falling.
By a persons own admittance and substantial evidence to their actions, the course of least resistance I hoped for is now unattainable. As a result of this a gentleman’s agreement can’t be upheld, nothing can be done.
My hands feel tied.
I shall prepare for the onslaught of what will come. It’s sad, because what I thought was over has only just begun, and now, once again, I have to leave the outcome to the wills of others.
I was told I will have two major relationships in my life. I am somewhat of a sceptic, but if this is true I don’t think they are relationships in the common sense.
I believe that they have already happened. I believe those special people are already in my life. They are the two people I hold closest to my heart, and they are the ones who keep me in balance.
Each time I speak to one of them I can feel any and all ill feelings disappear because they don’t seek to change me. They only seek to understand. As a result they know my choices and their true motives.
I can’t hide from these two people, nor do I want too. They can see beyond the external and have become more than friends. The bonds we have can’t be explained by words, it is a bond known only to those who understand.
They belong to me.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Will you sit and watch me fall?
Like a star falling from the sky,
You bury the truth with a thousand lies.
I hit the earth with force and might,
Shall I stand and continue the fight?
Fight for what I feel is true,
For that reason, was always you…
So tell me mirror on the wall,
Will you sit, and watch me fall?
You’re a bird caught in the winds of complexity, and yet you seem to understand. As a result you stay, even against your better judgement.
I sit on the edge of the world, that place between madness and serenity.
I sit at the precipice of absolution.
I’m living in a crumbling world… All around me is falling piece by piece, and it can’t be stopped.
The inner world I once retreated to is now submerged in a vast expanse of colourless water. It only servers as a constant reminder of my nature.
I stand on the edge of two lines, balanced and at peace. My thoughts are clear, it’s frightening.
To have true balance we must cross the line.