marquis_de_odde
03-11-2005, 09:54 PM
The passion is dead
Your eyes are corpses
Hanging in the galllows
Shrieking remorse
It's all over now
A declaration based more on survival than self pity
Even the best attempted leaps
Fall quite short of a photofinish
Every step is begrudging
Trampling down rusty rubbish
Dragging swollen limbs
Through a gritty torrent divide
Grotesque faces taunting
Laughing at the debris
Wrinkled lips suck cigarettes
Pulling out their toxic tendrils
Anger can not be equated to idiocy
My tear stained co-competitor
Believing in feelings once remembered
The psyche has betrayed
I could persuade you to push on
To rip apart the old tired strains
But leery is the caution
Of one twice bitten rough
It seems sometimes things are multi-surfaced
Careening in a golden glow
These are the spots to be most wary
It's fool's gold at the helm
Just don't be and nothing does
Reminisce the falsehoods
Leave reality to the masochistic masses
Pleasure is pain
Your eyes are corpses
Hanging in the galllows
Shrieking remorse
It's all over now
A declaration based more on survival than self pity
Even the best attempted leaps
Fall quite short of a photofinish
Every step is begrudging
Trampling down rusty rubbish
Dragging swollen limbs
Through a gritty torrent divide
Grotesque faces taunting
Laughing at the debris
Wrinkled lips suck cigarettes
Pulling out their toxic tendrils
Anger can not be equated to idiocy
My tear stained co-competitor
Believing in feelings once remembered
The psyche has betrayed
I could persuade you to push on
To rip apart the old tired strains
But leery is the caution
Of one twice bitten rough
It seems sometimes things are multi-surfaced
Careening in a golden glow
These are the spots to be most wary
It's fool's gold at the helm
Just don't be and nothing does
Reminisce the falsehoods
Leave reality to the masochistic masses
Pleasure is pain